He who creates HorrorA Poem by KeeD
I had a vision, kinda unforgiving of all the sights and sounds and saints that surround me.
They whispered that I'm crazy and only God can save me, what am I to do now? Then the violence takes me, I'm screaming out my lungs and cursing in tongues. Holy s**t i'm bleeding, can't grasp this unstable feeling. Priest says my souls inbound. My faith compromised, there's evil in my eyes, what am I to do, split the priest in two? The devil in my mind again, playing his twisted violin. It's making me fall ill, he's begging me to kill. My being deteriorating, times running thin and the girl I love says you cannot give in! I can't see her face or comprehend her words, i'm consumed by the dark. But I hear it in her voice and in my moment of choice, I battle for the light, I fight the long fight. Verses are read to me, devils going bat s**t crazy. He cannot stand the sound of the scripture said out loud. Objects fly a round, beds off the ground, I am now levitating, his hold over me increasing. The room settles down with the absence of sound when the priest asks his name. Father is this some kind of game, you know who I am, The butcher and you're the lamb. A gust of wind kicks in and the pyrotechnics restart, books start to fly and the girl resumes to cry. The director is pleased, yells out "cut scene", says that's a wrap and the production staff clap. I am untied and as the makeup subsides, I walk out the set and pant a few breaths. This the director sees and asks me if i'm pleased. Says the world awaits the films release.
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Added on December 21, 2015Last Updated on December 21, 2015 AuthorKeeDMumbai, India, IndiaAboutHey I'm Kee, I'm 32 and work as a journalist in Mumbai, India. I dabble in writing poetry and do it purely to pump out the creative juices in my being. Thank you for stopping by, live, laugh and love .. more..Writing
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