The Indiviualists' ArmageddonA Poem by A Lost Man FoundDarkness used to be comforting.
I'm severed from precious things. My heart is bound by iron rings. That's when the daunting temptress sings, Of a paradise where darkness reigns.
From all love, these bonds have broken. These inflamed words melt the chains. I care not for material tokens. My Torn-Out love is replaced with pain.
A gaping wound upon my chest, With inky darkness filled. I am weary, but take no rest. All is broken but the power of will.
I hunger, but do not eat. I am hurt, but I am not beat. Although it is true, that I am stronger than some, Even a hero can be numb.
This darkness surrounds me. I know I can't turn back. An endless dark ocean confounds me. I am thrashed by waves of black.
I'm starting to doubt this story. Could I have been wrong? Might I have turned away form days of glory To follow a Sirens' song?
My body starts to struggle. My mind begins to fight. My screams echo in the rubble, As I'm torn away from the light.
As I'm dragged down deeper, I see no escape. I feel like a solidary sleeper, Whose alarm came just too late.
My life is stripped away. I have nothing left. Nothing to do, Nothing to say, This Nothing fills the whole in my chest.
My spirit is shattered. The pieces fly to the winds. All my busted seams are tattered I shall never be whole again.
© 2008 A Lost Man FoundAuthor's Note
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Added on October 16, 2008Last Updated on October 17, 2008 AuthorA Lost Man Foundparagould, ARAboutWhy won't these demons be quiet? I just want peace. I have wanted the eternal peace for as long as I can remember, but feel like a f*****g p***y because I can't bring myself to do it. Sometimes I wis.. more..Writing
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