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[aid] => mick
[title] => Child of the Dark
[time] => 2005-07-08 17:05:23
[hometext] => Is this really Earth, or is this hell we're living?
[bodytext] => Lost in thought? Or dead perhaps? No, I stumbled upon the spiritual world And my body collapsed The silver currents pulled me under I could not breath I could only stare and wonder My body felt light and I floated in the air Then I screamed when I saw my body lying there What have I done? Am I dead? I reach out but I am pulled back by invisible thread ‘Come with me, child of the light’ ‘Come with me and learn of the spirit’s flight’ I floated away through my window and into the sky ‘Oh God’ I whispered ‘Please say I didn’t die!’ As I float away I shed tears of pain I feel as if the life I had was all in vain The silver current carries me and the sky turns black ‘Take a last look child of the light for you won’t be coming back’ Then the sky rips open and my terror is true Creatures pour out to me with gleaming eyes and limbs askew ‘Child of the light, did you really think we would never catch you?’ My childhood fears The monsters under the bed and in the closet They had all been real and I had failed to stop it I fly away, vision blinded by tears ‘Get her! Kill her now!’ I know I’m done for but I run anyhow The things that had haunted my dreams Now they were chasing me and oh how their eyes did gleam ‘Kill her! Kill her! Devour her face!’ ‘Kill her and leave no trace!’ I close my eyes, I’m not really here I open my eyes and feel the pain sear The monsters grab me, I feel their warm breath They smell of sulfur, they scream into my ears until I am deaf Using their clawed fingers they burn my eyes Not another tear will I ever cry Blind and beaten I still flail and struggle The monsters hold me down with a small chuckle Then each of them takes a turn Each of them taking only what my true love could have earned Wails and shrieks escape my lips I scream as I feel every drop of blood, every tear and rip A claw plunges into my chest Crimson blood spills onto my perfect white chest The monsters gurgle with triumph They hold up my heart and I hope they’ve taken enough Yet their eyes gleam and I know I still have more yet to come Searing pain turns from a throb to a dull hum They hold out a stone that I know can only be The object with which they will completely own me The monsters toss it into my ruined chest How I wish they could have just let me have my final rest Electric pain shoots through my body My body spasms and I can feel my flesh rotting From my back burst spikes and reptilian wings The monsters chant and dance as they hear my screams My hair becomes black and my skin covered in fur My teeth turn to fangs and I wonder how much more I can endure My spine feels like it’s ripped out And yet when I turn around I see a tail and I shout ‘Why must this happen to me?’ ‘I have nothing of value as you can plainly see!’ The current tickles my new pointy ears ‘Not anymore you don’t’ confirming my fears ‘Come child, come deeper into the night’ ‘Let us continue our lovely little flight’ Deeper into the dark I am carried For a fleeting moment I see my body being buried ‘Am I in hell? If so what am I doing here?’ Once again the sliver current taunted my ears ‘You are in the dark my dear’ ‘You are in the place with everything you ever feared’ ‘You are mine now child, on our journey we will embark’ ‘For now you are a child of the dark’ [comments] => 6 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Kitty06 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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