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trepidation
I say my vows with a solemn nod to madness
it is a reckoning with the darkness
I would avoid it if I could
but the spirits insist
tasting my sin they giggle
it is with trepidation I enter
into the theater of terror
where I lick my lips tasting the fear there
I tremble within but without I stand tall
a little ferocity and I see them
darklings of the horde they know me
fearsome they glower, I glare back
it's respect due, I've earned it
I walk the nether realm
conjuring my greed
rebellious demons gather at my feet
they entertain testing me
I talk the ancient languages
their faces morph and I see my family
oddlings of the host
we are and we are not enemies
the world outside shivers
they can feel us
sensing doom they shelter
the weak will be dined on
Published 23rd Sep 2022
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23rd Sep 2022 8:42am
Dark spirituality and a brutally honest analogy for the darkness in our souls. A tour de force.
23rd Sep 2022 1:22pm
23rd Sep 2022 3:57pm
Trepidation is something I know all to well these days.
When you are waiting for the inevitable every minute is harder.
Reciting the vows to madness you embraced long ago.
There is no way to avoid your fate that was ordained.
Consecrated by spirits at every turn, relentless.
They love the taste of pain and suffering the most.
Sipping that tea which is drawn from your blood.
And you have no choice but to drink with them.
It becomes such a comfortable and expected scene.
Maybe their laughter is contagious in a way.
As your trepidation grows before the real show starts.
This theater of terror feels so familiar, endless sequels.
Is it weird I am eager for the next showing?
And I buy fear at the concession stand every time.
Kicking back in the chair surrounded by darklings.
As they steal the popcorn of our fears greedily.
We are the show for them, they don't look at the screen.
But we are glued to the screen, why not...
"don't open the door" lol you know what I mean.
Demons enjoying the show that we put on for them.
Inspiring this greed that leads us back to get more fears.
Because somehow they taste great with salt and butter.
Corrosive and slippery, kind of feels like hell.
They definitely feel like family now.
We can speak to them so clearly and they answer.
Inspiring darkness and sin, pain and suffering...
These things have long become the theater of our soul.
They can feel us and we can feel them.
While most of the world is oblivious...
they can't see in the Darkness...
What's lurking there...
and we lurk there.
It's home.
When you are waiting for the inevitable every minute is harder.
Reciting the vows to madness you embraced long ago.
There is no way to avoid your fate that was ordained.
Consecrated by spirits at every turn, relentless.
They love the taste of pain and suffering the most.
Sipping that tea which is drawn from your blood.
And you have no choice but to drink with them.
It becomes such a comfortable and expected scene.
Maybe their laughter is contagious in a way.
As your trepidation grows before the real show starts.
This theater of terror feels so familiar, endless sequels.
Is it weird I am eager for the next showing?
And I buy fear at the concession stand every time.
Kicking back in the chair surrounded by darklings.
As they steal the popcorn of our fears greedily.
We are the show for them, they don't look at the screen.
But we are glued to the screen, why not...
"don't open the door" lol you know what I mean.
Demons enjoying the show that we put on for them.
Inspiring this greed that leads us back to get more fears.
Because somehow they taste great with salt and butter.
Corrosive and slippery, kind of feels like hell.
They definitely feel like family now.
We can speak to them so clearly and they answer.
Inspiring darkness and sin, pain and suffering...
These things have long become the theater of our soul.
They can feel us and we can feel them.
While most of the world is oblivious...
they can't see in the Darkness...
What's lurking there...
and we lurk there.
It's home.
24th Sep 2022 00:45am
24th Sep 2022 1:17am
"it is with trepidation I enter
into the theater of terror
where I lick my lips tasting the fear there" definitely a dark and sinister write, involving all the senses, especially digging right into the readers mind.
Great work.
into the theater of terror
where I lick my lips tasting the fear there" definitely a dark and sinister write, involving all the senses, especially digging right into the readers mind.
Great work.
24th Sep 2022 9:32pm
I just love the way you write it inspires me...Can't wait 2 read more!!!!
