Evil Concealed

Written for the "boo" horror poem contest.

Horrid creeping melody of the soul
that accompanies her confinement
lurks in with little attention drawn
and enthralls her chilled and aching
body in cold and vulgar animosity
as the relentless touch of cold steel
thrashes Ann’s wrists and draws salty
tears to the ashen corners of her eyes.
Eyes that have witness repulsive acts
upon her and the unwilling individuals
that came so unfortunately before her
and who’s battered cries of suffering
still echo a grim reminder of deaths
absence that fails to relieve her from
a world of dastardly sadistic treatment.
She knows no emotion other than the
icy inhumane grasp of fear and denial
that pulses within her and locks her
torso into submission and forces her
stomach to jump in terror at the very
thought that of she is experiencing.

For Ann, the devil is a casual man.
His mortal and simplistic facade
merely distracts from the dark and
bitter core of his inner lust and hate.
The burning embers of sadism
and a distraught soul that brings
a fiery apocalypse to any unlucky
enough to fall beneath the withering
contempt of its cruel and evil games.
The gnashing of maniacal gears
and falling of sparks and the bright
glow of burning coals are what Ann
imagines the inner workings of his
mind would appear as if she entered.
She can hear the pleading screams
of his victims on the lashing undertones
of his voice every time he speaks a word.
She sees the contorted and helpless
faces of every last one as the scrape
desperately to escape this life even long
after their demise... for they still exist
in his dark and abhorrent imagination.
She sees them clawing and thrashing
their way out of his savagery enclave
mind through the dreadful dark pools
of blackness that he may call eyes.
They are in reality, windows into his
decrepit and shattered interior that
contains merely a hollow shell and
a broken soul that wishes to inflict
pain and suffering upon others.

For Ann, the devil is a casual man.
He keeps her locked away.
She may never stray.
Satan lurks repulsively within us all.
He is not a god nor a fallen angel,
not even a force of the supernatural.
He is all that accompanies being human.
He hides deep within you now...

Waiting.

Author's Note

tell me what you think

Reviews

[Dani California]

Brrrrrrrrrrr!! "Waiting" That word got me. Outstanding ending Dillon. This is indeed a disturbing piece. One of the darkest I've read. Well done!

[Nely Amorim]

very macabre write Dillon, yet very descriptive and goulish... definately a winner..lol

[Wildfleour]

Yikes is what I think! Very creepy.