Poetry competition CLOSED 8th August 2012 8:17pm
WINNER
DiamondDustMirror (The White Rabbit)
DiamondDustMirror (The White Rabbit)
RUNNERS-UP:
FishCake
and Joker
Dark Creatures
xXJezzzikahDawnXx said:
The Demon Within (The Creature)
It hides within the darkest shadows of the night
Creeping ever so slowly out of sight
Watching as the rest of the world travels along
Singing to an entirely different song
Seldom has it ever been seen
For a glimpse of this creature, your observances must be keen
Rarely, it gifts you with its presence
Traditionally, the method of choice is absolute voidance
What little that can be seen is pale, white, and sparkling skin
A contrast to the darkness it is shrouded in
Dark iridescent sapphire eyes glow amid the blackest shadow
Thick blackened charcoal fur, smooth and softer than your most favored pillow
The beauty of this beast is but a façade
Its true form will never truly fade
The demon within will, indeed, always prevail
For long, it cannot hide behind this dark crimson veil
I love it! Especially your description of the eyes... truly a sense of the otherworldly to them. The whole poem kept me quite riveted to the very end.
The Demon Within (The Creature)
It hides within the darkest shadows of the night
Creeping ever so slowly out of sight
Watching as the rest of the world travels along
Singing to an entirely different song
Seldom has it ever been seen
For a glimpse of this creature, your observances must be keen
Rarely, it gifts you with its presence
Traditionally, the method of choice is absolute voidance
What little that can be seen is pale, white, and sparkling skin
A contrast to the darkness it is shrouded in
Dark iridescent sapphire eyes glow amid the blackest shadow
Thick blackened charcoal fur, smooth and softer than your most favored pillow
The beauty of this beast is but a façade
Its true form will never truly fade
The demon within will, indeed, always prevail
For long, it cannot hide behind this dark crimson veil
I love it! Especially your description of the eyes... truly a sense of the otherworldly to them. The whole poem kept me quite riveted to the very end.
- Witch of the Woods -
Her garments long and as black as night,
Move silently, in the absence of the light.
Silently, she winds her hungering way…
To find living flesh, upon which to prey!
In woods where only the foolish do go,
She waits unseen where shadows grow.
Even children are not safe, in her claws,
Nor the rat, which upon corpses gnaws!
Seeking to steal souls to keep her youth,
To stave off the ugliness of her untruth…
Her fingers knock upon old hollow tress.
To match the shakings of: scared knees!
In woods where madmen had their hour,
When the horned moon reveals a power.
That is when she comes, to drink blood,
And to steal the souls, to slake the flood;
Of time which ravages her hard visage…
As hard as a mountain rough and savage.
And so with a lust for what she once had,
Her claws drink deep, to drive men mad.
Twisting twigs and breaking bones apart,
The witch of the woods had not a heart…
And she tears one from a sleeping fellow.
Her cackling a song not gentle or mellow,
But shrill as the banshee who wails loud…
Beware the witch who wears the shroud!
Her garments long and as black as night,
Move silently, in the absence of the light.
Silently, she winds her hungering way…
To find living flesh, upon which to prey!
In woods where only the foolish do go,
She waits unseen where shadows grow.
Even children are not safe, in her claws,
Nor the rat, which upon corpses gnaws!
Seeking to steal souls to keep her youth,
To stave off the ugliness of her untruth…
Her fingers knock upon old hollow tress.
To match the shakings of: scared knees!
In woods where madmen had their hour,
When the horned moon reveals a power.
That is when she comes, to drink blood,
And to steal the souls, to slake the flood;
Of time which ravages her hard visage…
As hard as a mountain rough and savage.
And so with a lust for what she once had,
Her claws drink deep, to drive men mad.
Twisting twigs and breaking bones apart,
The witch of the woods had not a heart…
And she tears one from a sleeping fellow.
Her cackling a song not gentle or mellow,
But shrill as the banshee who wails loud…
Beware the witch who wears the shroud!
- Curse of the Onibaba -
Part One: Rival Hearts
A noblewoman of beauty in old Kyoto did dwell,
Near a Shinto temple, wherein would ring a bell…
The temple was abandoned, and none went near!
For it held a reputation, one of horror and of fear.
Clanging and banging, the bell would call at times,
Like a lost and forlorn lover, who eternally pines!
One day the bell tolled six times, an omen dark…
And a raven came to perch on it, black and stark.
The noblewoman saw this, but did pay it no heed,
Her mind was not on omens, but on another need.
For lovely was her sister, and often did compete,
Whether it was for clothes or sandals for her feet.
But more than this, they were rivals for lovers fair,
And one man in particular, they could not share…
For he was a Samurai, of nobility and great fame!
Only one sister could have him, to avoid shame…
And so, they schemed and plotted, in cruel ways.
Each topping the other, and so it went for days…
Until, at last, the older woman discovered a spell,
Taught to her by a sorcerer sent to her from Hell.
Part Two: Demon Mask
The sorcerer lived in the temple where he kept…
An ancient mask, with a power that darkly slept,
Waiting for the hand that would set it madly free.
The noblewoman was given it, and she did see…
How to thwart her sister’s plans once and for all.
The mask seemed to speak as she heard its’ call!
One day, she hid behind a wall in a marketplace,
Whilst wearing the demonic mask upon her face.
Her sister came walking by, expecting this not…
As the handsome Samurai was the only thought,
Upon the younger sister’s mind, on that fine day!
The older woman waited to make her sister pay.
She leaped out, pretending to be some monster,
As the mask unleashed its’ long-dormant power.
It melded with the face, of she who wore it so…
As the old temple bell rang; the winds did blow,
So that with a clang and a bang, a curse formed!
Clouds of ravens above the market so swarmed.
Seeing this, the younger sister let out a scream…
And ran from the demon, as if in an awful dream.
Part Three: Face of Fury
The older woman, tried to remove the vile face…
As she pursued her sister, giving a heated chase.
Though when she raised her hands to her head…
She felt demon flesh and bone, filled with dread.
Horns grew from her skull; fangs were her teeth,
Evil was in her heart, and it gave her much grief!
She had become the demon, the mask depicted.
Blaming her sister for her becoming so afflicted…
The noblewoman, decided to slay the girl entire!
Her voice had changed, and her heart was afire.
Growling and shrieking like the demon she was,
She caused all who saw her to run off because…
They thought her a monster: an ogress most fell.
Whilst in the old temple, the wind blew the bell!
Six times it so rang, before the Samurai arrived.
His drew his blade; against the monster strived,
Until at last the beast was slain, the curse lifted!
The Samurai wept, for the noblewoman dead…
At his hands, now stained with the tragic blood,
Of she who loved him when alive she so stood.
Part Four: Three Deaths
The younger sister went to the sorcerer for aid:
Hoping to resurrect her sister, though so afraid,
Of the price she would have to pay for magic…
To reverse the fate that had befallen most tragic.
But not one was there, except ravens that sang,
Their dirge-like cry, whilst the strange bell rang.
The Samurai was shamed by his violent deed…
Whilst the fault lay with she who died by greed!
In despair the younger sister bit off her tongue…
Allowing herself to choke on it, her life: undone.
The Samurai cut his belly open with his sword…
Choosing death over dishonor, in a pile of gore.
Three lives were taken by the sorcerer’s curse,
And, in some distant hell, they suffered worse…
Whilst people wondered where the mask went.
Those who had seen it knew not what it meant,
For its’ only power was to bring out one’s soul.
Thus the woman was a demon beyond control!
Jealousy had changed her, not some false skin,
And that was the true horror, of Onibaba’s sin.
Epilogue: Temple Ghost
They say that on certain nights, the bell sounds,
And you can hear things at the temple grounds.
Some claim Onibaba’s spirit haunts there still…
Searching for fresh victims, to catch and to kill!
Twisted even in death, by rage at her demise…
She yet seeks her sister, beneath evening skies.
Clanging and banging, the bell tolls how it may,
When the demon comes forth to hunt and slay!
Part One: Rival Hearts
A noblewoman of beauty in old Kyoto did dwell,
Near a Shinto temple, wherein would ring a bell…
The temple was abandoned, and none went near!
For it held a reputation, one of horror and of fear.
Clanging and banging, the bell would call at times,
Like a lost and forlorn lover, who eternally pines!
One day the bell tolled six times, an omen dark…
And a raven came to perch on it, black and stark.
The noblewoman saw this, but did pay it no heed,
Her mind was not on omens, but on another need.
For lovely was her sister, and often did compete,
Whether it was for clothes or sandals for her feet.
But more than this, they were rivals for lovers fair,
And one man in particular, they could not share…
For he was a Samurai, of nobility and great fame!
Only one sister could have him, to avoid shame…
And so, they schemed and plotted, in cruel ways.
Each topping the other, and so it went for days…
Until, at last, the older woman discovered a spell,
Taught to her by a sorcerer sent to her from Hell.
Part Two: Demon Mask
The sorcerer lived in the temple where he kept…
An ancient mask, with a power that darkly slept,
Waiting for the hand that would set it madly free.
The noblewoman was given it, and she did see…
How to thwart her sister’s plans once and for all.
The mask seemed to speak as she heard its’ call!
One day, she hid behind a wall in a marketplace,
Whilst wearing the demonic mask upon her face.
Her sister came walking by, expecting this not…
As the handsome Samurai was the only thought,
Upon the younger sister’s mind, on that fine day!
The older woman waited to make her sister pay.
She leaped out, pretending to be some monster,
As the mask unleashed its’ long-dormant power.
It melded with the face, of she who wore it so…
As the old temple bell rang; the winds did blow,
So that with a clang and a bang, a curse formed!
Clouds of ravens above the market so swarmed.
Seeing this, the younger sister let out a scream…
And ran from the demon, as if in an awful dream.
Part Three: Face of Fury
The older woman, tried to remove the vile face…
As she pursued her sister, giving a heated chase.
Though when she raised her hands to her head…
She felt demon flesh and bone, filled with dread.
Horns grew from her skull; fangs were her teeth,
Evil was in her heart, and it gave her much grief!
She had become the demon, the mask depicted.
Blaming her sister for her becoming so afflicted…
The noblewoman, decided to slay the girl entire!
Her voice had changed, and her heart was afire.
Growling and shrieking like the demon she was,
She caused all who saw her to run off because…
They thought her a monster: an ogress most fell.
Whilst in the old temple, the wind blew the bell!
Six times it so rang, before the Samurai arrived.
His drew his blade; against the monster strived,
Until at last the beast was slain, the curse lifted!
The Samurai wept, for the noblewoman dead…
At his hands, now stained with the tragic blood,
Of she who loved him when alive she so stood.
Part Four: Three Deaths
The younger sister went to the sorcerer for aid:
Hoping to resurrect her sister, though so afraid,
Of the price she would have to pay for magic…
To reverse the fate that had befallen most tragic.
But not one was there, except ravens that sang,
Their dirge-like cry, whilst the strange bell rang.
The Samurai was shamed by his violent deed…
Whilst the fault lay with she who died by greed!
In despair the younger sister bit off her tongue…
Allowing herself to choke on it, her life: undone.
The Samurai cut his belly open with his sword…
Choosing death over dishonor, in a pile of gore.
Three lives were taken by the sorcerer’s curse,
And, in some distant hell, they suffered worse…
Whilst people wondered where the mask went.
Those who had seen it knew not what it meant,
For its’ only power was to bring out one’s soul.
Thus the woman was a demon beyond control!
Jealousy had changed her, not some false skin,
And that was the true horror, of Onibaba’s sin.
Epilogue: Temple Ghost
They say that on certain nights, the bell sounds,
And you can hear things at the temple grounds.
Some claim Onibaba’s spirit haunts there still…
Searching for fresh victims, to catch and to kill!
Twisted even in death, by rage at her demise…
She yet seeks her sister, beneath evening skies.
Clanging and banging, the bell tolls how it may,
When the demon comes forth to hunt and slay!
A land that fires burnt,
down where your demons dwell,
try to settle your debt,
or with hartred your heart will swell.
These creatures can torment,
shatter you to your core,
leaving you broken and sore.
Try to settle your debt,
the conversion has already begun,
what is going to happen,
cannot be undone.
down where the demons dwell,
forever you will remain in your cell.
Object of this evil eye,
you didnt try to settle you debt,
do not try to lie.
This City builds upon their dead,
letting all know the feeling of dread.
You didnt try to settle your debt,
Now the scorn you will take,
with this experience you heart will quake.
Feeling of getting hotter,
skin beginning to peel,
wishing this to not be real.
down where your demons dwell,
try to settle your debt,
or with hartred your heart will swell.
These creatures can torment,
shatter you to your core,
leaving you broken and sore.
Try to settle your debt,
the conversion has already begun,
what is going to happen,
cannot be undone.
down where the demons dwell,
forever you will remain in your cell.
Object of this evil eye,
you didnt try to settle you debt,
do not try to lie.
This City builds upon their dead,
letting all know the feeling of dread.
You didnt try to settle your debt,
Now the scorn you will take,
with this experience you heart will quake.
Feeling of getting hotter,
skin beginning to peel,
wishing this to not be real.
THERES A CREATURE IN THE MIND OF YOUNG KID WITH NO HOPE WHOSE VOCALS TRY TO SCREAM OUT WITH OUT REALLY SCREAMING OUT CAUSE THE CREATURE WITH IN DONT FEED
ON THE SOUL OR THE MINDS OF THE INTELLECTS BUT INTERJECTS ANY POSSIBLE POSITIVITY
SO THE KID DOESN'T REALLY HAVE A FULL UNDERSTANDING OF WHAT REAL HAPPINESS MIGHT BE BUT SEES IN THE FACE OF HUMANITY THAT HE NEEDS CHANGE BUT LOOKS WITH IN HIS SOULS AND SEES THE CREATURE LURKING DEEP WITH IN HIS SOULS AWAITING A DREAM THAT MIGHT BRING HIM CHANGE BUT WHAT HE DONT KNOW IS THE CREATURE WITH IN IS BUILT UP FROM THE GUILT OF THE SIN'S THAT HE ONCE DID.
ON THE SOUL OR THE MINDS OF THE INTELLECTS BUT INTERJECTS ANY POSSIBLE POSITIVITY
SO THE KID DOESN'T REALLY HAVE A FULL UNDERSTANDING OF WHAT REAL HAPPINESS MIGHT BE BUT SEES IN THE FACE OF HUMANITY THAT HE NEEDS CHANGE BUT LOOKS WITH IN HIS SOULS AND SEES THE CREATURE LURKING DEEP WITH IN HIS SOULS AWAITING A DREAM THAT MIGHT BRING HIM CHANGE BUT WHAT HE DONT KNOW IS THE CREATURE WITH IN IS BUILT UP FROM THE GUILT OF THE SIN'S THAT HE ONCE DID.
Monsters but not monsters,
Who was to blame?
For transforming such pure souls,
As if their lives were a game.
They taunt and they mock you,
Bitter laughter echoes in my ears,
Torture your very heart and soul,
Till it brings you to tears.
They won't stop till they make you believe,
That you are worth nothing, that theres nothing you'll ever achieve.
Body, soul and mind,
Wounded and bleeding,
They grin widely in glee,
As they notice your shallow breathing.
Spirits feed on anger,
Some maybe yearn for a body,
Other creatures on blood,
But none stick around for such folly.
None in our imaginations,
Could be that cruel,
The love of seeing others suffer,
Is not unlike their golden rule.
Pride, envy and hatred,
Posses these dark creatures,
That hurt their own kind everyday,
Then think themselves winners.
Such dark creatures,
Exist in this world,
Just look in a mirror,
And watch as the truth unfurls.
Who was to blame?
For transforming such pure souls,
As if their lives were a game.
They taunt and they mock you,
Bitter laughter echoes in my ears,
Torture your very heart and soul,
Till it brings you to tears.
They won't stop till they make you believe,
That you are worth nothing, that theres nothing you'll ever achieve.
Body, soul and mind,
Wounded and bleeding,
They grin widely in glee,
As they notice your shallow breathing.
Spirits feed on anger,
Some maybe yearn for a body,
Other creatures on blood,
But none stick around for such folly.
None in our imaginations,
Could be that cruel,
The love of seeing others suffer,
Is not unlike their golden rule.
Pride, envy and hatred,
Posses these dark creatures,
That hurt their own kind everyday,
Then think themselves winners.
Such dark creatures,
Exist in this world,
Just look in a mirror,
And watch as the truth unfurls.
Symmetry
A crash, and the sky staggers, astonished
As would I, in exchanging webs of lightning
Do I find myself in symmetry with the other
He wears my face, my skin, he cheated my eyes
Those grey, sleepless eyes of mine, he has
He feigns my plea, I am conveying, of course, to me
But he is not of me, for surely I am me, no?
His smile is distasteful, unsettling more so
Clamorous and indignant, the clouds part ways
Soaking us each to my face, my skin, our eyes
And so wiping his guise clean of a baneful sneer
Rendering away what so fittingly is mine
Puddling with the slope down for the drain
Reaching to the sun, warming to me
A crash, and the sky staggers, astonished
As would I, in exchanging webs of lightning
Do I find myself in symmetry with the other
He wears my face, my skin, he cheated my eyes
Those grey, sleepless eyes of mine, he has
He feigns my plea, I am conveying, of course, to me
But he is not of me, for surely I am me, no?
His smile is distasteful, unsettling more so
Clamorous and indignant, the clouds part ways
Soaking us each to my face, my skin, our eyes
And so wiping his guise clean of a baneful sneer
Rendering away what so fittingly is mine
Puddling with the slope down for the drain
Reaching to the sun, warming to me
Anonymous
THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON
My species lives on the dark side of the moon
We cannot be seen - for we are transparent
We have a large colony that is made invisible too
Transparency has been our survival strategy
We live in an enclosure, breathe fragrant air
Grow our own plants to eat, flowers everywhere
Peace is what keeps us alive, we never argue
We are not angels, we have just learned
Disagreements on anything, can lead to hatred
Hatred is not permitted, no foul language here
Not even for a moment, within our stratosphere
We love, we live contentedly, eat only plants
Our atmosphere is brightly coloured
Only we can see it
We live quietly
Below the radar of everybody
For when our astronauts went to visit
Planets and beings, similar to us
All they were doing - was killing
Killing is repulsive to us
So we made our own garden
Tend it with care
Over a million plants
And friendly bees
Live there
Do not try to find us
Even when you do - it will be futile
For the only way to keep our paradise
Is to kill - each and every one of you.
My species lives on the dark side of the moon
We cannot be seen - for we are transparent
We have a large colony that is made invisible too
Transparency has been our survival strategy
We live in an enclosure, breathe fragrant air
Grow our own plants to eat, flowers everywhere
Peace is what keeps us alive, we never argue
We are not angels, we have just learned
Disagreements on anything, can lead to hatred
Hatred is not permitted, no foul language here
Not even for a moment, within our stratosphere
We love, we live contentedly, eat only plants
Our atmosphere is brightly coloured
Only we can see it
We live quietly
Below the radar of everybody
For when our astronauts went to visit
Planets and beings, similar to us
All they were doing - was killing
Killing is repulsive to us
So we made our own garden
Tend it with care
Over a million plants
And friendly bees
Live there
Do not try to find us
Even when you do - it will be futile
For the only way to keep our paradise
Is to kill - each and every one of you.
Scary Mary
I pass many creatures
With different sorts of masks
And I closely watch their features
Like it is one of my tasks
When I came here hours ago
I thought it would be fine
That all would normally flow
Like two distant vines
But after walking in
This little circus town
I realize my imagination will win
Because I see all but a clown
I don't remember why I came
I don't even remember how
I just heard the sound of my name
But all is too silent now...
I try to find someone decent
So I can ask them where it is I've stumbled
But it seems that something recent
Has made everyone normal become crumbled
Because everyone here
Is nowhere ordinary
And it seems I will also disappear
Along with Scary Mary
I remember now
She was who brought me here
I was walking as fast as my feet would allow
Hoping her voice would become more near
But the faster I ran to her
She became more distant
And now I'm stuck in this blur
Wanting this to be nonexistent
Now I guess all I have to say
To anyone who knows Scary Mary
Don't follow her voices play
Because your mind she will carry
I pass many creatures
With different sorts of masks
And I closely watch their features
Like it is one of my tasks
When I came here hours ago
I thought it would be fine
That all would normally flow
Like two distant vines
But after walking in
This little circus town
I realize my imagination will win
Because I see all but a clown
I don't remember why I came
I don't even remember how
I just heard the sound of my name
But all is too silent now...
I try to find someone decent
So I can ask them where it is I've stumbled
But it seems that something recent
Has made everyone normal become crumbled
Because everyone here
Is nowhere ordinary
And it seems I will also disappear
Along with Scary Mary
I remember now
She was who brought me here
I was walking as fast as my feet would allow
Hoping her voice would become more near
But the faster I ran to her
She became more distant
And now I'm stuck in this blur
Wanting this to be nonexistent
Now I guess all I have to say
To anyone who knows Scary Mary
Don't follow her voices play
Because your mind she will carry
Midnight
My body is out of control;
sounds like I'm a normal teen right?
Well here is the twist;
this happens when the moon is full of life.
Then I start convulsing;
and I start to scream.
My spine pushes up;
until it breaks through my skin.
The beast then rises from my back;
and rips out of my skin.
Leaving behind the human shell;
until the night ends.
Endless paths of carnage;
Destruction left behind.
Silver is the only fear;
of this massive Canine.
When the morning comes;
the beast climbs back into the body.
The night before becomes;
only a bad dream
My body is out of control;
sounds like I'm a normal teen right?
Well here is the twist;
this happens when the moon is full of life.
Then I start convulsing;
and I start to scream.
My spine pushes up;
until it breaks through my skin.
The beast then rises from my back;
and rips out of my skin.
Leaving behind the human shell;
until the night ends.
Endless paths of carnage;
Destruction left behind.
Silver is the only fear;
of this massive Canine.
When the morning comes;
the beast climbs back into the body.
The night before becomes;
only a bad dream
Anonymous
The Vrykolakas’ and the Huntsmen
http://www.deviantart.com/download/99320610/original3_by_Sui_yumeshima.jpg
Walking millennium immortals, forever cursed,
questing for blood of the living,
giving them their final rest,
adding foul numbers to
fill missing ranks of those
who passed before at the
slaughtering hands of the trackers.
Disguised forever cunning,
running from skilled pursuers who
track relentlessly making them
pay for evil misdeeds, rainy,
starry or moonless nights,
no matter, they fight to kill,
no myth, this is for real.
Garlic scorned, wolf bane made insane,
pined stakes through hateful hearts,
severed body parts, sharp hatchet or musket,
molded silver-lead in their heads,
remembering their motto,
“Only the living can kill the dead”,
they dread.
http://www.deviantart.com/download/99320610/original3_by_Sui_yumeshima.jpg
Walking millennium immortals, forever cursed,
questing for blood of the living,
giving them their final rest,
adding foul numbers to
fill missing ranks of those
who passed before at the
slaughtering hands of the trackers.
Disguised forever cunning,
running from skilled pursuers who
track relentlessly making them
pay for evil misdeeds, rainy,
starry or moonless nights,
no matter, they fight to kill,
no myth, this is for real.
Garlic scorned, wolf bane made insane,
pined stakes through hateful hearts,
severed body parts, sharp hatchet or musket,
molded silver-lead in their heads,
remembering their motto,
“Only the living can kill the dead”,
they dread.
The Beast Within
There's a terrifying feeling deep inside me
It causes my eyesight to blur, until the point that I cannot see.
It feels like I'm being trapped in an evershrinking cage
I can feel my whole body begin to tremble from this sudden powerful rage.
I need some kind of escape, I can't take this emotion swirling inside my head
I suddenly want to hit someone, something, anything, until that thing is dead.
My room is spinning, I think I'm going to go insane
There's an overwhelming desire, a craving, a need to inflict great pain.
A beast appears next to me, maniacal grin, a gleaming knife held high
With hate dripping from every word, he screams at me that it's time for me to die.
Again and again he cuts, causing me more and more harm
Until all I can feel is the burning pain, and the warm blood dripping down my arm.
Under all my rage I feel a little scared to say the least
Because even I can't seem to be able to control this blood thirsty beast.
I try and escape, but I can't get away, I can't reach my door
The beast just laughs, and holds me tighter, cutting me more and more.
I close my eyes, thinking my life is over, when the beast finally stops
I feel no rage now, only relief, when my arm suddenly drops.
I open my eyes, see all the blood, which looks like spilt red wine
Suddenly I notice that the hand that is holding the bloody knife is mine.
I look around the whole room, denying it, thinking that it couldn't be
But there's no one else, and I realize that the ugly beast was the dark side of me.
I was the one who cut my arm, I was the beast who was filled with nothing but hate
The maniacal grin returns as I realize that this is me, and it will always be my fate.
There's a terrifying feeling deep inside me
It causes my eyesight to blur, until the point that I cannot see.
It feels like I'm being trapped in an evershrinking cage
I can feel my whole body begin to tremble from this sudden powerful rage.
I need some kind of escape, I can't take this emotion swirling inside my head
I suddenly want to hit someone, something, anything, until that thing is dead.
My room is spinning, I think I'm going to go insane
There's an overwhelming desire, a craving, a need to inflict great pain.
A beast appears next to me, maniacal grin, a gleaming knife held high
With hate dripping from every word, he screams at me that it's time for me to die.
Again and again he cuts, causing me more and more harm
Until all I can feel is the burning pain, and the warm blood dripping down my arm.
Under all my rage I feel a little scared to say the least
Because even I can't seem to be able to control this blood thirsty beast.
I try and escape, but I can't get away, I can't reach my door
The beast just laughs, and holds me tighter, cutting me more and more.
I close my eyes, thinking my life is over, when the beast finally stops
I feel no rage now, only relief, when my arm suddenly drops.
I open my eyes, see all the blood, which looks like spilt red wine
Suddenly I notice that the hand that is holding the bloody knife is mine.
I look around the whole room, denying it, thinking that it couldn't be
But there's no one else, and I realize that the ugly beast was the dark side of me.
I was the one who cut my arm, I was the beast who was filled with nothing but hate
The maniacal grin returns as I realize that this is me, and it will always be my fate.
