The Bent Handled AxeA Poem by Marissa LetterioA dark poem inspired by a vivid nightmare.
Everything is breaking And everyone is faking The thoughts and the feelings That I can’t keep shaking It’s the temptation The relaxation That I do need To relieve complication I just want to mend Everything and send My demons to hell But they won’t bend Maybe they’ll know When I choose to show What they’ve been doing They’ll reap what they sow My idols are falling Screaming and calling Begging for help As the demons come mauling I try to find That which will bind They’re troubles and end The pain stricken mind I find the axe It will fix the lax That I’ve been known for Away at the demons, it hacks But in the distance I see a resistance My mortality beckons And threatens my existence I hide from the reaper And run into the keeper Of my worst nightmares And drive the blade deeper I change it for the good And promise that I would Destroy all my demons Just like I should © 2008 Marissa Letterio |
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Added on December 18, 2008 AuthorMarissa LetterioWappingers Falls, NYAboutWell for starters, I love music and I love a good movie even more. When Im not caught up in some self initiated Photoshop project you can probably find me watching a campy horror film and.. more..Writing
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