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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Solitary Figure
[time] => 2002-08-26 19:24:25
[hometext] => * Hey dont know why I wrote this its kind of intense I know. Hope you enjoy *
[bodytext] => Skeletons lie in the streets
Broken, bones tangled together Mouths formed in a silent, forever scream Its an overcast day, like always Acid rain lazily falls sizzling On the battered ground A solitary figure Walks amongst this hell He's used to it all Even though silent tears trickle down They are tears of hunger There's an aching pang In his belly You can see every bone Across his stretched, green flesh Eyes peer out from a hollow head Wide, with hunger Frightening to behold As this wasted wretch Stumbles down the sidewalk And I? I am a prisoner In this gutted shell of a city Locked in isolation Tied to a steel bed Only, my hands free Screaming like a maniac Scratching at my head Blood runs into my eyes As I lick my hands clean Blood my only food Blood my only beverage Sick as I puke all over myself Like a handicapped child The guards they eye me With a wicked gleam I cower if I see, hear or Even think of them They are casting lots For the choicest parts Of my deformed body Then they will rip me to shreds The solitary figure Has found a meal A smile across His weathered features As he gnaws at the raw, moldy flesh On a fellow human's arm He eats the magotty flesh With relish, attacking it like a steak Across the dying city Other acts of cannibalism and debauchery Take place Soon... nothing will be left Except the crumbling facades Of buildings, bones picked bare And the wind whistling across the empty streets In my confinement Finally, off the steel bed Huddled in a corner Howling like some demented animal Eyes sunken, bloodshot and weary Skin a pasty white and dry Congealed blood in my matted hair Toenails like claws Tattered clothes in shreds Hanging from my tense body Face in my hands Unable to look at my surroundings Soon I will die Along with this horrible city My name only a passing memory And this hell-hole Will be gone as well Hopefully erased from all memories The guards are coming I can hear their lusty, vicious cheers I push myself further into a corner Their closer I can almost see Their brown, rotting teeth Goodbye... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 13 [informant] => bobotheclown [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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