#imabic
They came again. Filled with lust for violence
as they charged towards me in their evil
pursuit to hurt me. I though it then hence
though I was blind as a sand weevil
as there was no light in which to see in,
still I would dare to put this plan to writ
as the newly made dagger engaged sin
reflecting their nature back at them. Slit
is what I could describe was happening
as the tool felt as though it pierced their bone
through the flesh and out again. My chagrin;
fighting the same way they are, I have known
that were I to slay the monster in here,
I must become them. And that... is my fear.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
Were they dead? I could not tell at this time.
Yet, it didn't matter. I had to leave.
Now was my chance. Parting now was my prime
desire. I felt an iron door. Heave
with my effort, I shove it far aside.
I run; I feel grass at my feet. So weak
I felt. I completely lacked any stride.
I think it was night. It all felt so bleak...
I passed out there, in what felt like a hill.
I awoke to my friends; the ones I met
who helped me get better. Who helped me ****
They mentioned I still had my blindfold set
and took it off. It was tragic to find,
that it was a trick. They laughed; I was blind.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
It is dark, and in this chamber nothing
can be seen. The sheer pain in the knowledge
that another will come to me, feeling
rage in knowing whoevers patronage
towards the beasts who rip and marr my flesh
will never be brought to justice at all.
I can smell their gaping maws are now fresh
with the blood that will splatter on the wall.
Rip and tear, my muscle and bone, until
the hour strikes forth for them to retreat.
The abominations, having their fill,
scampering away, 'til next that we meet.
I hear sounds of words; I am dragged away.
I hope God's not real. He'll have hell to pay.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC
I feel a bright light wash against my face.
"Who's there?" I cry out, in my confusion
as whispers float around and prove to lace
my curiosity further. Illusion
is what I thought occurred before me as
my blindfold kept me from seeing the light.
But they spoke to me; sincere concern pass
onto questions and outrage. "You should fight."
That's what they told me. I've never felt this
before. The compassion and the new brotherhood
moved me to tears. They healed me vis-a-vis
surgery and care. Perhaps there is good
In this horrible world. "And, if you can",
they said, "listen to us. We have a plan."
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC