Poetry Competition Ends 27th October 2024 4:35pm
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mysteriouslady
Forum Posts: 2614
Tyrant of Words
15
Joined 11th Aug 2012Forum Posts: 2614
Poetry Contest Description
Its that time of year again.....Scare me! Happy Halloween!
New writes only
mod needs to make 18+
Not too long, Ill get bored
No Collabs
Be unique
Be scary
Be gory
Ill accept some sex, no porn or too graphic
Make it happen yall!
mod needs to make 18+
Not too long, Ill get bored
No Collabs
Be unique
Be scary
Be gory
Ill accept some sex, no porn or too graphic
Make it happen yall!
ThePalestRider
Forum Posts: 26
Thought Provoker
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Joined 14th Sep 2018 Forum Posts: 26
"Laments of The Flayed God"
I drag my skin through endless night
a shredded veil, a ragged blight
Torn once by gods, now torn by me
I pull it close, my misery
The stars are dead—no light, no fire
just twisted limbs, my own desire
I gnaw at wounds that never heal
for here, the dark is all I feel
My bones, they scrape, my flesh is rent
my blood is thick, its taste is spent
I wrap my skin in folds and strands
dragged by trembling, burning hands
I laugh—I laugh!—but none can hear
for madness festers in this sphere
Between the worlds, where life is lost
I wear my ruin like a cross
No death, no end, no silent rest
just flayed, exposed, a broken jest
I hear them still—the voices fade
but whispers writhe where once I prayed
I was a god! A king of light!
Now I am nothing, lost in night
I tear my face, for it is mine
this hollow mask, this blackened sign
I drag my skin in twisted sprawl
it clings to me, my curse, my thrall
It bleeds, it weeps, but never dies
for here, between the stars, I rise!
Insane, unmade, yet still I crawl
a god who cannot die, but falls
No end, no hope, no final breath
I am the god who flees from death
I drag my skin—my final sin
and hear the void, it calls me in
I drag my skin through endless night
a shredded veil, a ragged blight
Torn once by gods, now torn by me
I pull it close, my misery
The stars are dead—no light, no fire
just twisted limbs, my own desire
I gnaw at wounds that never heal
for here, the dark is all I feel
My bones, they scrape, my flesh is rent
my blood is thick, its taste is spent
I wrap my skin in folds and strands
dragged by trembling, burning hands
I laugh—I laugh!—but none can hear
for madness festers in this sphere
Between the worlds, where life is lost
I wear my ruin like a cross
No death, no end, no silent rest
just flayed, exposed, a broken jest
I hear them still—the voices fade
but whispers writhe where once I prayed
I was a god! A king of light!
Now I am nothing, lost in night
I tear my face, for it is mine
this hollow mask, this blackened sign
I drag my skin in twisted sprawl
it clings to me, my curse, my thrall
It bleeds, it weeps, but never dies
for here, between the stars, I rise!
Insane, unmade, yet still I crawl
a god who cannot die, but falls
No end, no hope, no final breath
I am the god who flees from death
I drag my skin—my final sin
and hear the void, it calls me in