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Deamons
Contributed by
banda5k1
on
Saturday, 12th November 2011 @ 09:46:12 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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With my knife I cut off the last of my flesh just to feel. Feel like I've never felt before, alive! And suddenly the burning and the pain hits me like never before. Make it go away! I scream. But a voice simply whispers back "no" And the voices continue to murmur, I can hear the cries of the dammed in them. Go away! Shut up! I scream. I look up to see demons and monsters alike staring, With eyes that of pin needles. I gouge out my eyes so I cannot see them. "Come to us! Come, come!" "NO!" I scream. Tearing off my ears, I can no longer hear them.
Suddenly an image stands before me, I look up with eyes hollow. It's the dammed. They say to me "Come! Come! Be one with us." They grab at me and pull me towards them. Just before the darkness suffocates me I take my knife and stab it through my heart. Now I am free.
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2011-11-12 09:46:12] (Date/Time posted on
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