Your pitA Poem by Midnight_MaskWhat if werewolves exists?In these difficult times When the air is thin and turns truth into lies Even thoughts of werewolves existed In this dreadful life Moments of the moment before The memory of me attacking your door Scared and afraid of what I might do You turn away from the sight that soon blooms Out in this horrid place No windows, no doors, not even the floor Just a tunnel of laws And four darken walls Scarred in marks as if cut with knifes Words engraved so deep that they hardly make sense Thoughts of what might happen next Strangles me up and I can’t replace That deep dark secret that’s swallowing me whole Stabbing a stack through my heart until I explode But I'm not a vampire; I'm not even a beast Just alone and afraid about the king’s crusade Because a warrant is caring my name A picture, the face of an angry man Amazing how that man can be me Now I'm scared, shaking in my boots Why didn’t I take their advice? Hang myself before the last night Like the last night before with me knocking at your door Freights kicking in again, the moon still looming But I haven’t stop coughing up blood in the sink Shaking, quaking and faint in sync Devils laugh as I'm finally down But not down in the ground waiting to be found Soon I'll wake at a new scene Realising this is bad I jump up in hurry Tossing and turning to find an empty room Bed in the middle, the one I was lying on One mirror installed in the wall was peculiar too Four new walls painted in a blinding white Hugh booming bright lights Over head, as if this was a laboratory Everything, the thinking supplies I soon realise that Maybe this reflection wasn’t real Beyond the mirror something laid Staring deeply at my own face Seeing movement as my eyes began to play Tricks that turn into pain I toss and turn not ready to complain How could I know that everything could be real? Exist like humans did First my eyes went blur But then my arms grew fur Twisting with fear until there emerged a tail A thick coat covering dark brown and black Shifting of comfit lacked Until everything calmed into a stand still Silence built in the room Standing taller than I was before Hands turned into claws My feet replaced with massive paws How could this be my fault? Was I the cause of the king’s crusade? Forced to runaway Safe until day break came Safe until those scary men evade Those men was safe until men became - something more than just manmade © 2012 Midnight_Mask |
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3 Reviews Added on February 3, 2010 Last Updated on March 22, 2012 AuthorMidnight_MaskLondon, United KingdomAboutHi, I am Midnight_Mask and write because that's how I express my feels and how I see life. I've wrote everything from songs, to poems, to short stories, to chapters. One of my goals is to finish a b.. more..Writing
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