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The past haunts his dreams; bringing back the knife.

Voices still linger, warping his old mind further;
those throats he slashed murmur in his ears, father.

The man he was to them in church, betraying.
The dead show him his future of pain, delaying.

Seeing with pained eyes he plans to amend.
Burning poker, cures said ailment, the dead commend.

Still, their voices itch his ears, taunting him.
Q-tip shoved until eardrums burst, nothing done on a whim.

The dead, they laugh, but he can not hear;
but next they'll do a thing he will fear.

Their rotting flesh caress his own;
they wonder if this he will disown.

Now they grin as he shakily reaches for the knife;
the very one that slowly stole each life.

Knife pressed to his skin accompanied by pathetic wimpers.
Pressure cuts and peels skin back, as pain hits and hampers.

Unprepared to miss the show, his flesh they kiss.
So on he cuts, hopes to escape, every bit their bliss.

Helped from his skin with all visciousness.
Delivered him to hell with pure maliciousness. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Black13 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Dreamscapes Turn Black

Contributed by Black13 on Friday, 30th April 2004 @ 09:13:41 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

The old man sighs wearily, remembering his life.
The past haunts his dreams; bringing back the knife.

Voices still linger, warping his old mind further;
those throats he slashed murmur in his ears, father.

The man he was to them in church, betraying.
The dead show him his future of pain, delaying.

Seeing with pained eyes he plans to amend.
Burning poker, cures said ailment, the dead commend.

Still, their voices itch his ears, taunting him.
Q-tip shoved until eardrums burst, nothing done on a whim.

The dead, they laugh, but he can not hear;
but next they'll do a thing he will fear.

Their rotting flesh caress his own;
they wonder if this he will disown.

Now they grin as he shakily reaches for the knife;
the very one that slowly stole each life.

Knife pressed to his skin accompanied by pathetic wimpers.
Pressure cuts and peels skin back, as pain hits and hampers.

Unprepared to miss the show, his flesh they kiss.
So on he cuts, hopes to escape, every bit their bliss.

Helped from his skin with all visciousness.
Delivered him to hell with pure maliciousness.

Copyright © Black13 ... [ 2004-04-30 09:13:41]
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Re: Dreamscapes Turn Black (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Friday, 30th April 2004 @ 09:46:02 AM AEST
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Now that's creepy. I gotta hand it to you---a very dark write. I do dark sometimes. No, not coffee. Check out my Evil and Addiction.
A chilling write.
Stitch

Re: Dreamscapes Turn Black (User Rating: 1 )
by arden on Friday, 30th April 2004 @ 10:08:28 AM AEST
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like i said before an impressive write.
very dark and chilling. very well written.
greatly done.
Arden

Re: Dreamscapes Turn Black (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 30th April 2004 @ 11:05:07 AM AEST
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As I was having brunch I happened upon this one and I must tell you I am now throughly nauseaous but impressed. Your piece is very chilling and gross. You and Arden make me definitely want to stay in the sunshine world.

Rita

Re: Dreamscapes Turn Black (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Saturday, 1st May 2004 @ 01:33:22 AM AEST
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Very exquisite ..words flowed in a rhythmic dance...I like your style...regarding subject..its o.k..thats your special taste..
venkat

Re: Dreamscapes Turn Black (User Rating: 1 )
by PRECIOUSBECKY on Friday, 14th May 2004 @ 02:06:39 PM AEST
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VERY DISTURBING YET YOU HAD ME FROM BEGINNING TO END-
GREAT WRITE

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