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By Ken Sanes
It is about
a world gone mad,
which is spread out evenly
but clumps together in the place
where there were blood curdling screams.
And it is about right now
in the old house
with the creaking door
that opens
\
slowly
and the thin plane of light
that cuts into the dark entry,
landing on eyes that seem to follow you
from behind a painting.
But certainly you are being paranoid
because there are no apparitions
;
and nothing is moving through the hall.
Then again, now that you’re in, you understand
it is about love and hate, and love of death
pallor,
and the first time,
when the screams are louder
the second time,
and he is mad utterly mad
imbued with a perfect evil purified of petty motive
reveling in the ideal of suffering
and finely tuned not even needing flesh
but cold sinister and incorporeal
laughing maniacally unseen
in the darkness
with a sharp blade that
goes
/
in
& horrific screaming
,
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 11:49 PM UTC
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/
,
By Ken Sanes
It is about
a world gone mad,
which is spread out evenly
but clumps together in the place
where there were blood curdling screams.
And it is about right now
in the old house
with the creaking door
that opens
\
slowly
and the thin plane of light
that cuts into the dark entry,
landing on eyes that seem to follow you
from behind a painting.
But certainly you are being paranoid
because there are no apparitions
;
and nothing is moving through the hall.
Then again, now that you’re in, you understand
it is about love and hate, and love of death
pallor,
and the first time,
when the screams are louder
the second time,
and he is mad utterly mad
imbued with a perfect evil purified of petty motive
reveling in the ideal of suffering
and finely tuned not even needing flesh
but cold sinister and incorporeal
laughing maniacally unseen
in the darkness
with a sharp blade that
goes
/
in
& horrific screaming
,
I love his writing, I actually found this poem here ----> http://www.kensanes.com/it-is-about.html
just wanted to let people know. ( I do not steal peoples work) I only present others to see it if I like it (: and will always site the name and where the source was taken.
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