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Depraved
The rays of the oppressive sun
The light harasses me, it stuns
Makes me recoil and retreat
Shrink into shadows, dodge the heat
I do not know if I am cursed
If I've been out of place since birth
But of this one thing I am sure
I would not wish to find a cure
I sink into my shallow grave
Aware of how I am depraved
Enthralled by that which pains the souls
Of those beyond this curtain's folds
Belonging where the darkness binds
Far from the streams of beams that blind
Dwelling in the furthest reaches
The demon deep within beseeches
That I do not ignore his call
To join him, down where all hopes fall
Where tortured souls are wrenched and cast
into this morbid trench so vast
In my abode you are most welcome
Here the screams are heard quite seldom
Unless I choose to crack the door
Let them adorn like fine decor
There's no furnishing like anguish
Of the ones here left to languish
I'll quench my thirst with bitter tears
The best of all refreshments here
Where is this place that I reside?
There in that space that lies inside
The caverns formed within my mind
Where ghastly dreams are here to find
Those thoughts that keep you up at night
Are those that help me through the day
The sick and twisted come to life
To meet the broken and insane
The light harasses me, it stuns
Makes me recoil and retreat
Shrink into shadows, dodge the heat
I do not know if I am cursed
If I've been out of place since birth
But of this one thing I am sure
I would not wish to find a cure
I sink into my shallow grave
Aware of how I am depraved
Enthralled by that which pains the souls
Of those beyond this curtain's folds
Belonging where the darkness binds
Far from the streams of beams that blind
Dwelling in the furthest reaches
The demon deep within beseeches
That I do not ignore his call
To join him, down where all hopes fall
Where tortured souls are wrenched and cast
into this morbid trench so vast
In my abode you are most welcome
Here the screams are heard quite seldom
Unless I choose to crack the door
Let them adorn like fine decor
There's no furnishing like anguish
Of the ones here left to languish
I'll quench my thirst with bitter tears
The best of all refreshments here
Where is this place that I reside?
There in that space that lies inside
The caverns formed within my mind
Where ghastly dreams are here to find
Those thoughts that keep you up at night
Are those that help me through the day
The sick and twisted come to life
To meet the broken and insane
Published 23rd Oct 2016
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23rd Oct 2016 7:58am
You are quite talented. I thoroughly enjoyed this dark piece. Welcome to DU, Hellarchy, you have my follow.
Thank you very much! I like what I see here already. I took a long break from writing and I've just recently decided to take it up again. Wrote this one just now, to see if I hadn't lost my touch. I'm glad you liked it
23rd Oct 2016 5:17pm
this is an excellent piece. alot of people the rhyme but i do. nice job. welcome to Du.
23rd Oct 2016 10:47pm
Frankly, I don't see how anyone can be averse to rhyming in poetry so long as it doesn't take away from the content. Much thanks to you
