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[title] => The Creeper
[time] => 2006-09-02 21:25:18
[hometext] => Warning - This is a very disturbing write. You may be sickned, horrified and made upset from the content within. This is a reflective poem on something that happened to me, but told in a metaphorical way, in a child like perspective using fear.
[bodytext] => The light is slowly consumed by darkness As the sun rests beneath the shrouded hills The light retreats; I am left abandoned A sole pitiful figure in a void My only company a near death torch And a worn bicycle; swallowed by soil The hands on my watch had been paralysed By the cold desperate gloom engulfing I was stillborn; ice in malevolent mud The wind whispered deceit brash in the night It told me they would arrive; my solace For certainty can bring comfort, and vice The sky began to cry, tears descending Exploding on my shirtless bare body The debris slowly trickling down my back I watched as missiles of light tumbled down Casting shadows amongst trees around me Revealing the figure of the creature That visited me every stormy night I saw its deep yellow eyes cast a glare And felt it’s obsession for my being Its glare craved my body, skin and my flesh I saw its purple tongue snake between lips Exposing rows of sharp yellow stained teeth Slowly between flashes I saw it move Closer and closer; I could feel its breath I could see the matted texture of skin Oily jet black; yet oddly lizard like I could smell the peculiar odour I could hear the gasping for precious breath I could taste a leather tongue near my mouth Its eyes seemed so soulless, so determined I felt its claws scrape slowly on my back Leaving faint red train tracks heading downwards An electric eel rushed fast up my back As the pain slowly revelled in my head It made these strange clicking sounds with its mouth It eyes left me anesthetised with fear As it slowly pushed me onto my back The ground below trying to consume me I felt its claws creep towards my navel Drawing stencil lines of dark crimson ink I felt its hand grip tightly on my jeans It slowly tore them off, leaving me bare Its wet purple tongue snaked for one last time Slowly its claws penetrated my chest And held my cold beating heart so firmly Mercury drops formed in my eyes; my pain I watched as it played with my beating heart Its claws, hand, arm pushing into my chest I tried to cry, but only a whimper My voice box overpowered with cold fright My only comfort, the consoling eyes That would not leave my own for a second I could only shut my eyes closed and wait As the creature explored my bare body I lay still violated by its touch Lost eternity wrapped around us both As he ripped my dying organs to shreds Painting my body with crimson red paint Eventually eternity did pass The creature finally lost interest And slinked away from my lifeless body The air rushed suddenly back to my lungs And I rose up; damage had been undone Behind me I heard the rustle of clothes I heard the warm breathe of humanity I slowly closed my eyes and drank my blood From where I had bitten down on my tongue The wind whispered gently; the rain had stopped I felt human skin on my bare shoulder A cold blue eye winked; and I was alone Left with my life, my clothes, my torch, my bike Next week would be the same, same time, same place He would come for me, and no-one could help Now my worries were quietly repressed I put on my clothes, and picked up my bike I was late for school again. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 13 [informant] => alecfernadez [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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