Circle of Life
*~Life is just one damned thing after another~*
-Elbert Hubbard
~*A final finale to the next scene:*~
Unloving irises stare into oblivion,
Voices of those gone scream in agony,
Fingernails shrieking as they croon the misery of their lives,
Upon blackboards, upon blackboards,
Etchings of madness fermenting in my mind.
Creatures...
Demons.
Prodding my flesh with sharp daggers.
Pulling follicles of hair, one by one, from my scalp.
Stroking my bedridden body.
Tormenting me for forever and forever..
Amen.
Holy water trickles from my veins,
Easing away the creatures of the damned,
Moistness upon my cheek,
Sharpness on my arm,
Voices swirl around,
As I slump to the padded ground.
Velveteen caressing my earlobe,
Urging me forth,
Toward the patch of light.
It tells softly of wondrous places,
Dreams of no pain, no suffering,
A sanctuary of lush.
Diverge into the light,
Clear your mind,
Till the brightness devours its meal.
~*There, and back again:*~
Eyes reopen to a familiar sight,
A padded room,
Just now with an entity of affright.
Satan himself, gleaming in his glory,
Another kill,
Another trap,
Another rat has taken the cheese.
'Don't fall into the light', they say,
For no one truly knows why.
Though, heed my tale,
If not…
Take part in another round of everlasting hell.
((This was one, complete, poem. I just divided it to show you the journey, from one world to the next.))
~* Maybe that's what Hell is. You go mad, and all your demons come and get you, as fast as you think them up*~
-Anne Rice
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