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for He is IX
Contributed by
Cancer
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Tuesday, 19th October 2004 @ 11:24:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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i was standing on a sidewalk
at the corner of two streets i can't remember
staring off into space that was greedily filled
by imposing sentinels masked as store fronts
((reversed))
the sky was grey
ashen and all too similar to a gravestone
there were small orange flowers everywhere
their centers were brown and abrasive
carelessly, i stooped to steal the scent of one
and a spiky abrasion pricked my nose
for a moment, i could distinctly smell something acidic and unpleasant
and then...
((reverse ends))
(i was alone in the world
literally
the sidewalk, the street
all empty)
i looked across the street
shocked to see a solitary man in a dark suit
his hat was dipped low in front
i stared for far too long before i realized what was wrong
the man had no face
he seemed to beckon with eyes he didn't have
and each step i took toward him
he matched with a step backward
((reversed))
i followed him far longer than i should have
now and then crying out to him
asking if he knew the time
though i had a watch of my own
((reverse ends))
i followed him out of the city
and into a sandless patch of desert
cracked earthen floor meekly crumbled 'neath my steps
i looked up to find that the man had stopped
in the center of a ring of bastard monks
and though their robes were dark
i could clearly see the blood stains
their hands were raised in worship
their eyes were focused on a small orb of light
that floated above them
their chants rode the breeze to me
and i could here the subtle inflections
of words spoken backwards
the faceless man began to strip away his suit
until he stood naked in the center of the ring
unknowingly, i began to walk towards him
((reversed))
as i reached the outer rim of the ring
i clearly saw the faceless mans' scars
thick puckered wounds pockmarked his body
and across his chest was a large word
written in a language i'd never seen
as i tried to memorize the symbols
he spread his large leather wings
the bastard monks fell to their knees
faces pressed to the dirt
still chanting
((reverse ends))
the orb of light pulsed and grew
small tendrils of crimson embraced the orb like fingers
i could barely hear the chants over the noise that filled the air
a drove of insects, paper wings buzzing with fury
the orb continued to grow until it devoured the faceless man
it grew until it enveloped even the bastard monks and their bloody robes
i turned and ran
always watching over my shoulder
as the red streaked orb chased me across the desert
i don't remember falling
i just remember being on my back
staring helplessly as the orb advanced
it reached my feet
and stopped
shrinking for just a moment
before flowering out like a mushroom cloud
devouring me
((reverse))
it was all white inside
i couldn't see the red tendrils at all
a fleeting sensation of peace
danced just outside of my understanding
it felt like a home i'd never had
i wanted to stay forever
i wanted to...
((reverse ends))
the blare of a car horn brought me back
i was standing in the middle of the street
staring absently at a solitary orange flower
as the wind lovingly urged it out of my sight
embarassed, i quickly stepped to the sidewalk
my eyes drawn to the spot across the street
where i had first seen the faceless man
and for just a moment
in the bustling crowd
i clearly saw a featureless slab of skin
peeking out from under a down tipped hat
and though he had no face
i knew that he was smiling
(inside
i felt the explosion
just like a mushroom cloud
and i could almost taste the sweet bleeding
that was going to take me home)
Copyright ©
Cancer
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2004-10-19 23:24:50]
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Re: for He is IX
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 19th October 2004 @ 11:26:08 PM AEST
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| haha, this is cool. You should record it, I would. |
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Re: for He is IX
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by Bohemian_with_a_pen on
Wednesday, 20th October 2004 @ 03:26:13 AM AEST
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| omg, thiz iz awesome!!!! |
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Re: for He is IX
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by sicknivesevered on
Monday, 25th October 2004 @ 04:08:47 PM AEST
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| Ha, nice little twist at the end. ,,/ |
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Re: for He is IX
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by bobotheclown on
Saturday, 30th October 2004 @ 07:28:16 PM AEST
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wow what a powerful poem, very creepy and
riveting. The stuff of nightmares surely.
Bobo (Joel) |
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