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I LOST IT
I Lost it
Was I game from the start?
Oh such an innocent heart
surrendered,
unto a cold unfeeling boulder,
of humanity more
barbarian than any have thought.
The failure in the rebel,
against Royalty blooded by
the corruption of men,
innocents tainted,
broken lamb to slaughter
for the laughter of
such wretched leeching
bastards of hell.
I stood my ground,
all for naught,
withstanding countless torment.
the wince of iron,
striking fire,
unto a destroyed soul,
henceforth, realization
piercing through the holes
of my sacrificed purity.
Blackened, to coals,
being lit up by red,
blood dripping the drops,
of crackles, they spark,
anger blinded my hurt
affectionate memories;
they had gone blurred.
Thrown, and discarded,
Though I denied,
i know I'm forgotten,
they want me to rot in chambers,
doomed forever
to my own violated consciousness.
Oh but I hoped,
Kept holding on to that one thread,
And as it failed to mend,
the wounds that had been burn,
torn into the every main nerve
that connected to my brain-dead corpse,
still living and breathing
in the real world,
I snapped out of myself.
I live in the dungeon
of demonic fiends awaiting to tear me to bits.
sulfur suffocating, the smell of death emanating
the thick walls
that encased my withered spirit....
my mind slowly vanished,
into nothing,
but ashes ...
that lingered in a weightless wind.
In the end...
I lost it.
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