Gripped, deepening Psychosis, Loss of strength, to battle demons. Plagued once more, sense tortured souls, Urging me toward, furnace of hate. Haunting voices, soundtrack of despair, Echo in my skull, scream for cessation. Release weakening grip, on sanitys curse, Fear to tread, sickening path of living filth.
Nauseating confessions, once ignored, Drag me forward, seek Lucifers Kingdom. They watch, learn, examine my weaknesses, Wait to pounce, rejoicing at my lowest ebb. Suicidal chanting, abbreviates the loudest silence, Despair carved among the vilest teachings. Created within, memories of Sodomy, Exhumed from deepest recess, buried long ago.
World in which I now exist, Proposes choices, darkened paths. Threatening dishonour, end this ignominy, Epitaph to shattered dreams. Rest in peace, crucified heart, Driven forward, final calling. Will to fight recedes, quick solutions? As I capitulate, surrender to the voices?
Well, I hadn't realized you had already posted here when I made my comment in greetings. So darkly delicious to see you here. You are one of the few who truly understands the other side to poetry. Great to have you here. ~Lady Poe
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"..I don't care for your fairytales... - Sara Bareilles
Yeah, really really worthy of another bump I gave this a read and I was like "My God, man, who the Devil let a poet enter Hell?" ... and how did you come back? I mean, imagination only travels so far! Great wording Stanza structure might not be on an important plan here, but it eases the reading quite a bit Vocabulary is excellent and images are horrific! I couldn't pick a favorite line, or verse or stanza, everything matches perfectly with the next or previous and they go together great... Brilliance is scary sometimes, and this is a perfect example.
