An Affair To Remember
The Day I Traveled Through Death
I Will Survive
Traveled through death last night,
through a route all my own,
Chambers throughout
the lengthy twisting road,
apparations far and near,
muttering profanities,
as others stiffled
horrid groans.
The emcampment of black
swept further among its dead,
dancing cadavers
in cloaks of bloody red.
Eerie sounds loomed
in threatening sham
as grief stricken ghouls
appeared before me,
And thunderously spoke
as they stared,
"Now dearly departed,
your eulogy."
Felt a moist touch
upon my skin,
from hags bearing a grin,
Pushed me on,
my head a spin,
as forced suction
swallowed me deeper within.
Graveyards full of tombstones,
One bearing my name
in luminous splendor,
awaiting impatiently
my trembling bones.
Stumbed down the slimly path,
Beasts so macabre,
hurled in wrath.
There to the south,
a fiery lake,
Skeletons hissed violently,
rattled and shaked.
Hushed all became,
as colossol black
enveloped all,
Shut my eyes tightly;
that's when I heard him call.
T'was a strange chuckle,
and opened my eyes
and there he lay,
throne of flesh decay.
It was man and
it was beast
and heavens knows
what more,
Body soaked in blood of all,
eyes so evil,
blasphamies galore.
Miniature demons
chanting burlesques
within
the pit its skull,
head fully covered with
snake-like swaying swords.
Mouth
a greenish yellow,
maggots pouring from within
in hordes.
"Come to me my darling,"
he echoed out to me,
Bastards deformed beyond description,
pushed me to the ground
in great animosity.
"Behold!"
said the master,
"Your awaited destiny."
"This will be your new abode
for all eternity.
In darkness live
for your disgrace
to all
the human race,
The icicles of your cold heart
will thaw out
in this place.
Do not run!
Stand before me,
here
right at my side,
Your foolish pride
and suicide,
you now become
my bride!"
Mesmerized,
I looked at him
as he came
oh so close,
Paralyzed,
terrorized,
my flesh
did decompose.
Begged him,
wait!
He said,
"Too late!"
Put his mouth carnevorously
upon my quaking lips,
the maggots bittersweet,
seas of flies
flew from his eyes,
spitting sulfur
at my feet.
My battered flesh
along with bones
could find no place to hide,
Screamed out loud
in strangled pain,
"Dear Dear God,
forgive my pride
and yes-my suicide!"
Receded back
somehow my home,
onto my rumpled bed,
Oh my God,
I was alive,
and wasn't really
DEAD.
Shrieked euphoria
as I prayed
to Him who was nearby,
"Wait for You
to say the "Word,"
of how
and when
I'll
die!
Savanah
I came close to ending my life once.
I was taken to emergency and it took
me over a month to recuperate.
The police were there and placed
me under arrest and promptly drove
me to a ward for the mentally insane.
Attempted suicide is considered a CRIME.
I was there for over a months against my will.
You see, I had lost all of my rights.
I once tried to leave and was hunted down like
an animal, and given a shot with the longest
needle I'd ever seen in my life.
I mercifully passed out.
If you are contemplating suicide,
DON'T DO IT!
Believe me, it's much easier to live
then to try to die.
You must first
grow intimately familiar
with emotions of
animosity and empathy,
tragedy and fortune,
failure and success,
bliss and sorrow,
before you can erect
a consummate
chaste insight of
humility...
Savanah
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So, why me?
Right around sundown, I followed a trail of death like gloomy
shadows, encountering a threshold into a murky Twilight Zone.
Evermore a world its own behind an old churchyard.
The bitter breath of lifes pungent odors made me gasp for air.
My heart thumped loudly as I strained to listen for sounds
of laughter or sardonic groans. Strewn about these mistful wretched
grounds, I encountered toto graves, bits of shattered glass, rusted cans,
tumbleweed and memories bittersweet. Etched upon a headstone was
the following epitaph: "Fairytales are not real, they're just an
illusion, it's plain to see, they're only a delusion." Forlornly
inspired while brimming in sorrow by these reflections, I aimlessly
scrawled the following dismal collection of thoughts:
I AM tire of living,
I AM tired of being afraid.
I don't like what I've become
I don't like what I AM.
yet...
I AM content in my own solitude.
I AM content in my own misery,
as the White Horse continues to encircle me,
as the White Horse continues to taunt me,
every waking moment,
of every single day.
Savanah
The Monster Continues To Mock Me
- But I WILL Survive
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