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A Bonfire Raised in Mockery
Contributed by
bobotheclown
on
Wednesday, 7th April 2004 @ 11:34:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Moaning my death knell
Upon this bed of bloodied roses
Forgotten tears run down
And hang off my cheeks
Raising a trembling hand to the window
I see half-dead wragged wraiths
Cold and corpse-like chanting
Around broken, burning crucifixes
Wailing their doleful chant
You'll never get to say good-bye
You'll never get to say good-bye
Their white, leprosied hands
Rise up and pull me under,
Under their ocean of decay
Trying to find solace in my tears,
But their tongues reach out and caress my cheek
Their eyes burning with lusty passion
Finding new ways to check the hurt
I start to stitch,
Stitch up my blood encrusted wounds
You'll never get to say good-bye
You'll never get to say good-bye
Trapped in a gore spattered dungeon
Hearing the rapid beat of their
Filthy, lice-ridden, stifling wings
Bringing a razor to my face
And in its dull reflection
I see blood dripping from my fangs
And onto my numbed, sickly lips
Wrapping it in a sort of morbid packaging
I hear them coming tormented by their raucous laughter
You'll never get to say good-bye
You'll never get to say good-bye
Refusing their initiation techniques
Their heads lurch back in displeasure
And they bring another victim before me
His pleading (bleeding) eyes boring straight into me
As fresh rose patterns taint the walls
Tortured mentally and physically, I caterwaul
I'm unable to bow before their demands
And before my unseeing eyes
They chant around a bonfire worshipping themselves
You never got to say good-bye
You never got to say good-bye
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bobotheclown
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2004-04-07 23:34:27]
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Re: A Bonfire Raised in Mockery
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by Avarice_Riot on
Thursday, 8th April 2004 @ 12:05:51 AM AEST
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| First off I must say that was amazingly vivid imagery you used there, a lot of disturbing images came to my head. I have yet to see What Dreams May Come although I've been wanting to, but anyhow you've crafted a deliciously dark poem. Kudos to ya. |
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Re: A Bonfire Raised in Mockery
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by SensitiveSoAbused on
Thursday, 8th April 2004 @ 01:35:19 AM AEST
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ewww! yer grosss! blood and stuff is yucky! ;)
good stuff. some of the wording is awkward, but it reminds me of rob zombies House of 1000 Corpses.
of course you know i love the repeated spooky stuff in italics |
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Re: A Bonfire Raised in Mockery
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by afraid_of_fear on
Thursday, 8th April 2004 @ 06:19:05 PM AEST
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wow.. any words i utter couldnt ever do this poem justice.. one of your best i think.. and i agree that the repeats in italics just makes the whole thing come together.. excellent stuff as usual joel..
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