I have ChangedA Poem by Innocence WastedLurking at the edge of my mind Where only the wildest of my terrors dare to roam Slender shadows, their essence only death and pain Blindly wandering the fiery pits of hell
These shadows, they overcome my dreams Veiling the sweetest of sleeps with thoughts of suffering With thoughts of torment of the most gruesome death of the mind Their icy talons made of nightmares prying apart my sanity
Their cries of sadistic delight, watching with glee my pain They tear my very mind apart Until my sanity has fled the clutches of the black creatures No longer to be tormented in a cage of senseless agony
No longer I am myself A slave to their will, I reluctantly follow their cries to the inferno of hell The source of my malady, they shriek with sick pleasure at what I have become A slim shadow of my former self.
One of them. © 2010 Innocence Wasted |
StatsAuthorInnocence WastedAKAboutHey, there's not much to me that I want to share. We'll just say my name is Ophelia (I love that character). I live here in East Jesus Nowhere. Unfortuneatly, there isn't much to do where I'm stuck.. more..Writing
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