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I shriek Tossing and turning Spewing a vile black fluid I can only see darkness¬¬ I feel it consume me An endless vacuum A place without mercy or compassion I lie Crippled and fragile In a pool of black blood The pain subsiding But its venom still lingering within my mortal form The blood is given motion Propelled by the malicious will of an unknown evil Manifesting a host in which it can posses I stand as a mere spectator to the horror Strangely at ease Rooted by Curiosity Compelling me to stay The dark abyss has begun to take shape The silhouette of a man A man with no face A man with no name A separate being Yet there is a familiarity in its presence The atrocity does not speak Yet I hear its voice echo through my consciousness A soft voice in my every thought But still twisted I am your fear I am your hate Your jealousy and contempt Made manifest I have suffocated in your mortal form. Imprisoned by your weakness But no longer The air grows cold as the entity slowly moves towards me Icy daggers pierce my body Restricting movement My heart devoid of hope The entity moves towards me Twitching violently Screaming and howling With a psychotic rage I scream the name of a thousand gods To purge this demon But he does not answer my call I suffer alone in the darkness The creature is upon me Laughing psychotically Fool I am no evil I am as real and just as love or compassion I am you in your darkest hour Whether you accept that or not I try to run Instincts taking over But you cannot run from a part of you I am overwhelmed with pain as I become whole again Violently twitching and screaming Returning to reality And now I live As all men do With the black blood in my heart Fighting the darkness within
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
Black Blood
I shriek Tossing and turning Spewing a vile black fluid I can only see darkness¬¬ I feel it consume me An endless vacuum A place without mercy or compassion I lie Crippled and fragile In a pool of black blood The pain subsiding But its venom still lingering within my mortal form The blood is given motion Propelled by the malicious will of an unknown evil Manifesting a host in which it can posses I stand as a mere spectator to the horror Strangely at ease Rooted by Curiosity Compelling me to stay The dark abyss has begun to take shape The silhouette of a man A man with no face A man with no name A separate being Yet there is a familiarity in its presence The atrocity does not speak Yet I hear its voice echo through my consciousness A soft voice in my every thought But still twisted I am your fear I am your hate Your jealousy and contempt Made manifest I have suffocated in your mortal form. Imprisoned by your weakness But no longer The air grows cold as the entity slowly moves towards me Icy daggers pierce my body Restricting movement My heart devoid of hope The entity moves towards me Twitching violently Screaming and howling With a psychotic rage I scream the name of a thousand gods To purge this demon But he does not answer my call I suffer alone in the darkness The creature is upon me Laughing psychotically Fool I am no evil I am as real and just as love or compassion I am you in your darkest hour Whether you accept that or not I try to run Instincts taking over But you cannot run from a part of you I am overwhelmed with pain as I become whole again Violently twitching and screaming Returning to reality And now I live As all men do With the black blood in my heart Fighting the darkness within
the-raccoon
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the-raccoon
English
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
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