Hidden in my Cellar

Hidden in my Cellar

A Poem by Tory Steller
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A man can hide plenty of treacherous things in his cellar, and the world would never know...

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I hear the creature beating down my cellar door 
With a hellish roar it yells, "Let me in little lamb"
It's massive form is swelling up the floor
Spikes stick out the boards, and no more
Can I ignore the callings of the damned
Forged by sorcery, summoned by forbidden arts
Its only function is to tear apart my fragile heart

Evil looms outside my room wanting suffering unending
I feel the chill of doom, impending death from one so empty
Locked away behind an ego with its hinges bending
The door is dented and I'm fearful it will soon  gain entry
The cruelty it promises expressed in every moan
"No! I won't allow you to roam free on your own."

I take the gun the angels lent, and blast the monster back
It only laughs while nauseous gas seeps out the smoldering crack
The poisonous fog thickens until I'm bereft of sight
And I've lost the will to fight when the tentacles attack
Its tendrils tighten, binding me; I'm breathless and blind 
The entity submerges me inside its tainted mind

I cry when it explains that it has been since I was born
Lurking in my cellar, I'm the skin it's always worn
My purpose is to be its slave, there is no chance of winning
I can't defy what I am, I've obeyed since the beginning
Denying it exists won't prevent the prickling thorns
No choice but to live with it, knowing nothing but regret
The only silver-lining is that one day I may forget

Its voice is now a parasite that slithers through my head
Since it can't escape my cellar, it possess me instead
It uses me to spread all its lust, chaos and dread
I'm forced to be its puppet, I'm its plaything til I'm dead
Those innocent unfortunates can't see behind my lids
Well hidden in my cellar lives a monster I call id

© 2013 Tory Steller


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This is amazing. It is so true as well! I just learned about the id, ego and super ego in my college psych class. This is an amazing poem and an amazing example of the id. Beautiful! God Bless. Keep it up!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Added on February 11, 2013
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Tags: Dark, Death, Horror, poem, poetry, lust, sex, sin

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Tory Steller
Tory Steller

Harper Woods, MI



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My name is Tory. My dream is to become a famous writer. I love creating new and imaginative stories, poems and other literary works, and debating interesting topics. I'm really friendly, a little weir.. more..

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