Originally written February 17, 2007
I've been allowed 10 seconds to live...
10...
My mind races, unsure of the reality of my nightmare.
9...
The beating of my heart is beginning to dim.
8...
Lungs fail to work, I struggle to breathe.
7...
Is it already time for the sunset?
6...
I can hear the shadows whisper.
5...
Pulling me down after them.
4...
I'm on the threshhold.
3...
Darkness awaits me.
2...
Silence, then...
1...
...nothing.
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Friday, December 11, 2009
The Dark Angel
Originally written sometime in 2006
Blood runs down delicate fingers,
crimson streams that keep getting deeper.
Porcelain skin turns pink from the pigment,
wings are broken, shattered, and bleeding.
The Dark Angel of Nightmares is no more,
her ashes now cover the blood-soaked floor.
Voices burst forth, engulfing her slayer,
"This cannot be, you must replace her."
The slayer's sight goes blurry, then perfectly clear.
Her touch no longer comforts, but fills friends with fear.
Wings of darkness beckon to fly,
the breeze they create causes flowers to die.
She gives in to her urges and takes to the sky,
in search of a dreamer to terrorize.
Did the slayer survive her very first kill?
Or did she herself, become another lost soul?
By trying to completely destroy what she feared the most,
she simply provided it with a new host.
For the Dark Angel never truly dies,
she lives forever within us, just waiting...
...for her chance to come outside.
Blood runs down delicate fingers,
crimson streams that keep getting deeper.
Porcelain skin turns pink from the pigment,
wings are broken, shattered, and bleeding.
The Dark Angel of Nightmares is no more,
her ashes now cover the blood-soaked floor.
Voices burst forth, engulfing her slayer,
"This cannot be, you must replace her."
The slayer's sight goes blurry, then perfectly clear.
Her touch no longer comforts, but fills friends with fear.
Wings of darkness beckon to fly,
the breeze they create causes flowers to die.
She gives in to her urges and takes to the sky,
in search of a dreamer to terrorize.
Did the slayer survive her very first kill?
Or did she herself, become another lost soul?
By trying to completely destroy what she feared the most,
she simply provided it with a new host.
For the Dark Angel never truly dies,
she lives forever within us, just waiting...
...for her chance to come outside.
Out of Sight, Out of Mind
Originally written March 4, 2007
I scream because someone opened the blinds and let the sunlight in on my darkened world.
Revealing the demons I reasoned didn't exist because invisible.
At least that's what I believed.
– What I couldn't see couldn't cause me harm.
It's only now I see how wrong I was.
I've been wounded many times over, but wounds unseen remained wounds unfelt.
Pure yellow light now illuminates every corner of my own private hell, reflecting off every drop of blood – my blood – that seems to cover everything.
Highlighting the poisons that drip from demons' fang and claw.
Crippling pain is now all I feel, unable to look away from the tattered shell that is my body.
How is it possible I have undergone so much and I still stand?
For only a second mere amazement overrides the pain.
– Quiets the screaming of my soul.
Just like that the peace is gone.
The burning of the venom flowing through my veins forces me to my knees as the demons circle eagerly.
Long have they waited to be seen, to be felt, to be feared.
Hiding in the shadows had its advantages; for what better way to strike repeatedly, infecting their victims one by one.
But now they have been brought forth they can never again be forced to live in the darkness; to be played off as nothing more than figments of an overactive imagination.
They have been given flesh and blood and they intend to shred that of the fearful humans, like myself.
Those foolish enough to believe the darkness will protect them are destined to die.
I know now that I already have and this is my new home.
I revel in the few moments of quiet as my vision grows dark and my memory fades.
Before long we will be back to act one and I will once again play the part of the fool.
Forever stuck in my last first moments of clarity.
I scream because someone opened the blinds and let the sunlight in on my darkened world.
Revealing the demons I reasoned didn't exist because invisible.
At least that's what I believed.
– What I couldn't see couldn't cause me harm.
It's only now I see how wrong I was.
I've been wounded many times over, but wounds unseen remained wounds unfelt.
Pure yellow light now illuminates every corner of my own private hell, reflecting off every drop of blood – my blood – that seems to cover everything.
Highlighting the poisons that drip from demons' fang and claw.
Crippling pain is now all I feel, unable to look away from the tattered shell that is my body.
How is it possible I have undergone so much and I still stand?
For only a second mere amazement overrides the pain.
– Quiets the screaming of my soul.
Just like that the peace is gone.
The burning of the venom flowing through my veins forces me to my knees as the demons circle eagerly.
Long have they waited to be seen, to be felt, to be feared.
Hiding in the shadows had its advantages; for what better way to strike repeatedly, infecting their victims one by one.
But now they have been brought forth they can never again be forced to live in the darkness; to be played off as nothing more than figments of an overactive imagination.
They have been given flesh and blood and they intend to shred that of the fearful humans, like myself.
Those foolish enough to believe the darkness will protect them are destined to die.
I know now that I already have and this is my new home.
I revel in the few moments of quiet as my vision grows dark and my memory fades.
Before long we will be back to act one and I will once again play the part of the fool.
Forever stuck in my last first moments of clarity.
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