 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 12-June 05:52:39 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 52476
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Behind The Wall Of Sleep
[time] => 2004-06-17 21:30:33
[hometext] => This one's a bit long, it's in 3 parts.
[bodytext] => journey past the acid fog trudge through the Forest Of Thorns stumble through the Field Of Knives you will be drawn to a horrible place you are pulled in by the forces of The Wall Of Sleep a place dreaded by all behind The Wall Of Sleep is a ruddy atmosphere full of fear, darkness, and death and midnight horrors that can not be described there is no Major, only Minor surrounded by a moat of the blackest oil protected by a fence of fire, composed of bones for sticks, and blood for flames The Wall Of Sleep draws its victims in through a drawbridge of glass eyes because They want you names unmentionable, forbidden to be spoken what's left of their eyes has all been glazed over their minds have been poisoned with sulfur and cionide and you can't talk those out of power after they've been packed up in a syringe you know They want you so They pull you in off you go ~ * ~ you must not look at them you must remember or else you too will be poisoned They make you wander a mile East you must not look They destroy you with a moving ceiling of jagged daggers you can hear them breathing in and out the particles of ashes don't look They slowly try to kill you with spiked bullets until you cry for mercy you better cry but don't look They don't care who you are They don't care about anything their souls are forever bound to Hell by chains of hot iron They will take with them anyone They please you realize They are looking at you again don't you dare.... each carrying a shard.... don't look!.... each carrying a shard of glass.... damn it, don't look! all at once They make the holes in your back and in your head in your bones and in your soul you scream until your throat begins to bleed your screams cause their ears to crumble They start to forget about you you dash for the drawbridge and make it safely ~ * ~ you are a free bird again your wings have ceased their melting you can be free again float over the Field Of Knives glide through the Forest Of Thorns soar above the acid fog now fly away from The Wall Of Sleep look down; look back you can see your friend making their journey through the acid fog.... no! don't look!.... your friend is entering the Forest Of Thorns.... don't look!.... can you hear me? don't you.... damn it, don't look! [comments] => 0 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 13 [informant] => LittleWillow [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com