Dark MetamorphosisA Poem by Filibustero IbarraI wrote this poem about how I was transformed once by some dark moments in my life. I filled with a rabid desire to destroy and to harm. But within me, I still felt light...Desolation. As if there was never light. My mind has eroded into a black hole, Pulling all my hopeful thoughts into void. There is destruction. There is total ruin. And I fell to the anarchy of the flesh. The desires I used to subdue in my sanity, Are now creeping out from their burrows, To install a new order of hell and darkness. The fumes from the debris of my heart, Are breathed by my half-dead soul: My veins are awakened by fresh venom, And my blood has become dark and cold. A dead heart is replaced by a living engine, Powered by all my sufferings and hatred. I become a machine. Indestructible. Invictus. With only one purpose - pure vengeance, Against those who injected within me, So much pain, so much anger and wrath; All now made bearable by my new form. To you, whom I trusted in my humanity, Before I am consumed totally by my new self, I leave you my last human words, “Friend, There is hope in me, still..” © 2011 Filibustero IbarraReviews
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Added on December 27, 2011Last Updated on December 27, 2011 Tags: darkness, ruin, destruction, machine, monster, transformation, wrath, anger AuthorFilibustero IbarraManila, NCR, PhilippinesAboutI'm 15 years old, living in Manila. I love writing poems, short stories, essays, and news articles, and speaking in formal rhetoric. I've been the editor-in-chief of my school's official organ for two.. more..Writing
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