Dark Metamorphosis

I 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..”

Reviews

[Idiotekque]

It's well executed. It's a bit too darkly dramatic for my particular tastes, but the writing and emotion itself comes across with ferocity. Nice writing.

[R J Askew]

This sounds like a preparatory state to setting off on some great ambition. But it might be better to fail than to achieve such an ambition as anything build upon such a beginning cld surely not turn out well. The 'new self' needs deconstrucing and a fresh start making. The best approach wld be to mock dark self, expose it to satire, ridicule and wit. It may snarl and snap, but I don't think it wld survive for long.