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Returning to a one fantasy land where I grew up mostly.


Submitted:Jul 8, 2012    Reads: 9    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I know not of why I am here
yet I know that in fear it shall come to me
screams of torment ride the winds
dancing through the leaves like dark ballets
waves of blood redder then my own hell
crash upon the shores calling my name
this sand is raw like sandpaper
over smoothed as if to ripe my skin from my very core
there no escape like before
nor is there a boat to set me sail from this fimilar nightmare
I know that soul being hung upside down as blades
forge into his skin
his crimes is that of pure violence
the memory hit's me like the screaming wind
for my sins are none
my crimes pure corruption
and yet no torment holds me
treated mostly like a god
I remember
the ruins that stain blood
the island scenery that a nightmare captivated
Pain Island
even as the words pass my lips
a smile plaster my eyes
for I realize
I am home




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