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I've decided to get back into writing poetry, something I really enjoy and haven't done in years. Because honestly I found the type of poetry I was doing boring. Warning: This is dark poetry and a bit creepy, with a bit of horror in it. This is a narrative that I finished up this afternoon and wanted to share. It's gotten a couple of likes in the places that I shared it and I am going to post this in a spoiler to make sure that you read it only if you desire to do so. So please let me know what you think and I am going to add more as time goes by.
[SIZE=large]Welcome to my nightmare of endless torture, waiting for death’s sweet embrace to wrap its bony arms around me. Laughter, a mad laughter fills the room of my cell. The laughter and screams of the damned echoes in my mind, as I wade through a blood red river filled with the broken bones and dreams of the dead. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=large]Welcome to my nightmare, the only sentence the letter had said. No names, only an address to which I arrived. A fortress, a place of death and torture, the sane are driven insane and the insane walk the halls. The gloom surrounded me like a fog, even demons refused to step foot inside and Angels feared its master.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=large]In my hands, a cross, my faith, only now, it lays broken at my feet. Mad laughter, now, much louder than before. It crept into my soul, twisting it and pulling my mind a thousand directions. The laughter changes, and in it, I hear my own laughter filling the room. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=large]The sword, my father’s blade in which he taught me how to fight and defend in my hands and always by my side. Sharp, true and a symbol of justice’s swift strike.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=large]My spirit cracked, as the blade went through my flesh and I began to scream from the pain. Almost insane from the pain, in the hall full of uneasy feelings of hatred and despair. “Trapped” I muttered, between life and death and I could never feel death’s sweet embrace, as I closed my eyes in hope that it would be for the last time.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=large]The words grew stronger in my head, to kill, to murder, only I reached out towards the heavens and cried out to God, who had turned his back. How long had I walked these halls, how many of the broken bones are the ones that I placed there? I lower my head, closing my eyes, as the sunsets and I hear the footsteps of another lost soul. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=large]I laugh in irony of my brief clear mind, of the truth that lay before me. The master, who demons and angels fear and soon, a new master would rise when death finally wrapped its bony arms around me. No, no rest, only now, I will soon wonder the halls of hatred and despair with the lost and damned souls before me. A new laughter fills the air, a never ending death and pain.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=large]Welcome to my nightmare, the only sentence the letter had said. No names, only an address to which I arrived. A fortress, a place of death and torture, the sane are driven insane and the insane walk the halls. The gloom surrounded me like a fog, even demons refused to step foot inside and Angels feared its master.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=large]In my hands, a cross, my faith, only now, it lays broken at my feet. Mad laughter, now, much louder than before. It crept into my soul, twisting it and pulling my mind a thousand directions. The laughter changes, and in it, I hear my own laughter filling the room. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=large]The sword, my father’s blade in which he taught me how to fight and defend in my hands and always by my side. Sharp, true and a symbol of justice’s swift strike.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=large]My spirit cracked, as the blade went through my flesh and I began to scream from the pain. Almost insane from the pain, in the hall full of uneasy feelings of hatred and despair. “Trapped” I muttered, between life and death and I could never feel death’s sweet embrace, as I closed my eyes in hope that it would be for the last time.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=large]The words grew stronger in my head, to kill, to murder, only I reached out towards the heavens and cried out to God, who had turned his back. How long had I walked these halls, how many of the broken bones are the ones that I placed there? I lower my head, closing my eyes, as the sunsets and I hear the footsteps of another lost soul. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=large]I laugh in irony of my brief clear mind, of the truth that lay before me. The master, who demons and angels fear and soon, a new master would rise when death finally wrapped its bony arms around me. No, no rest, only now, I will soon wonder the halls of hatred and despair with the lost and damned souls before me. A new laughter fills the air, a never ending death and pain.[/SIZE]
