Long Time Dead

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sometimes it just feels hopeless...the world can be cruel; it strips you bear and steals your very being leaving an empty shell to wander alone through the dark corridors of existence.

Submitted: May 09, 2016

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Never knowing who he was; he spent his life being told

An exquisite actor, psychotic liar; he became emotionally cold

He stalks between the masses, adapting to the flow

Charming and deceiving, he has no friend or foe

 

Twisted by a demon, this reality called life

His soul was torn asunder; surrendered to the strife

Emptied by the struggle, his well of tears has dried

A rhythmic stabbing of his heart, there’s nowhere he can hide

 

Born into a bondage, chained inside a cell

Beaten, tortured, stripped of will, force-fed a living hell

He screams a silent plea, into the shadows of the night

Yet only silence greets him, no answer from the light

 

Innocence is lost; thrown to the gnashing jaws

They tear away his flesh without a need or cause

Feeding on his body; they gorge themselves on dreams

His very blood spilled on the floor, soaking up his screams


© Copyright 2017 Christopher Kush. All rights reserved.

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