Poetry competition CLOSED 26th January 2015 7:16pm
WINNER
PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
RUNNERS-UP:
Grace
and Simplepasserby
Just a childish nightmare
Lolita
Disenchanted
a lonely Lolita
mascara smeared eyes
playing hopscotch
with the big boys
getting burned
my innocence
stolen away
at a tender young age
frolicking in the sun no more
my skies turned black
with self hate
I used to chase the stars
hoping to catch one by it's tail
through all of this wonderment remained
a little Lolita
with pig tails in my hair
played with the big boys
and fell into the deep end
where I couldn't swim
Disenchanted
a lonely Lolita
mascara smeared eyes
playing hopscotch
with the big boys
getting burned
my innocence
stolen away
at a tender young age
frolicking in the sun no more
my skies turned black
with self hate
I used to chase the stars
hoping to catch one by it's tail
through all of this wonderment remained
a little Lolita
with pig tails in my hair
played with the big boys
and fell into the deep end
where I couldn't swim
Little Girl
The darkness that consumes
contorts and twists
has entered me
raping my soul
festering wounds
corpses walking around
my emotional graveyard
refusing to be laid to rest
with putrid whispers
they defile my thoughts
I do the dance macabre
with a deceiving smile
I wear my lies well
spiraling down
in the cool depths
where the welts don't sting anymore
self deception a balm
I'm not losing my sanity
the symphony of voices I hear
just ghosts of the past
gaining entry again
to a little girl
who locked her door
not knowing the devil
had a key
The darkness that consumes
contorts and twists
has entered me
raping my soul
festering wounds
corpses walking around
my emotional graveyard
refusing to be laid to rest
with putrid whispers
they defile my thoughts
I do the dance macabre
with a deceiving smile
I wear my lies well
spiraling down
in the cool depths
where the welts don't sting anymore
self deception a balm
I'm not losing my sanity
the symphony of voices I hear
just ghosts of the past
gaining entry again
to a little girl
who locked her door
not knowing the devil
had a key
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Rip,
piece by piece.
Layers from
underneath.
Measure each pulse
with the sound
of your breathing.
The Facet is
leaking,
it drips...
drops...
An empty
warehouse with
nothing,
Just terrorizing
memories,
the flash backs...
they won't stop.
The entrance to
the dungeon.
The wallpaper is
peeling off.
I hear echoed
memories of chain,
and checked my wrist
if they were really
on.
Nightmares, dreams and
hallucinations
of a little girl.
Chained to the ground,
covered in nothing
but bruises, blood,
and dirt.
A filthy bed
is tossed in a
corner.
Dried blood decorate
it's seams.
I stand here,
but I can't shake off
the haunting
of her poor little screams.
So I run,
to get ride of that child-like
voice.
Tripping over
and on broken glass,
and sharp edged boards.
Why is the exit moving away?
I'm running fast as my feet
would let me, but it's
moving away!
Then falling in an abyss
of confusion,
petrified to shock
trying to escape hypnotization,
but no there's escape from with these hard walls
with jagged rocks.
Flipping out of bed
in a cold sweat,
that place is now
empty of everything
I try to convince myself.
Along with echoing facet sounds.
She'll always be
there,
trapped there.
I guess, there's really no way
out of that Warehouse.
