InsanityA Poem by WickedPenWielderIt is about the torture some people endure silently as they cry out for help but no one will lift a finger.to die inside is worse than a graves decay a dying spirit is not pungent nor foul it does not showcase its self to be seen it curls up in the pit of ones being sufficating them slowly and seductivly whispering betrayls like sickened lullabys festering like a parasite, feeding off your fear prying and perging every beautiful thing from you until you are left a dead cell hollow yet consumed with real decay decay of a demons wicked triumph your eyes blacked portals to where the devil resides within screams silently fall upon deaf ears lost within yourself on a desolate isle, begging screaming for someone to come for you the black sea of lonelyness finally consumes you entangling you in its bloody, barren waters and finally you are free of purgatory, torture the torture of your dying soul
© 2012 WickedPenWielder
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StatsAuthorWickedPenWielderVAAboutI have been writing stories since I could write. Even before then I was telling them to anyone who would listen. I seem to just look at an everyday thing and my mind turns it into some type of complic.. more..Writing
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