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Hearing Yourself Die
Walking the cobblestone pathways
He veered to the left and to the right, swaying, stumbling
The blurry figures pointed and laughed at him
The norm for the town drunk
No one cared for or about what would happen
That's why he was the easy target
There was a string of murders in the town
twelve in all, all tortured
The problem was that was no evidence
The crime scenes would move from place to place
Motives often varied
People, types as well.
So there he was stumbling along
Carefree and unaware to anything
The group of twelve eyes set upon their victim
Waiting for him to trip across
When he did, they circled him like birds of prey
Almost dancing in circles, over and over
Black robes and white masks
Fingers, arms were scarred, burned
Their laughter sounded like someone having smoked for forty years
It blended inside his rattled ears and mind as one huge monstrous voice
They struck him across his skull and carried him off . . .
He awoke to the sound of someone screaming
In his blurry vision, he watched a woman people pulled apart by arms and legs
The ropes completely ripping each section clean apart
The blood rained down, as they continued to laugh.
His eyes enlarged about twice normal size
He noticed he could not yell, he could not move at all
One of them came before him with a black fabric
Putting it over his eyes as he tried to move, kick, scream
He whispered in his ears. "we left your ears open so could hear yourself die
Almost forgetting the pure joy of it, he took off the eye covering and picked his head up
That's when he saw the crescent moon shaped blade up above.
His fear had exceeded and the panic raised
As his movements became like a crazed animal
Soon it became apparent, of his own demise
They laughed again, that sick, demented, demonic laugh. . .
He thought of his family and the thoughts of them seeing him after
It brought him to tears, the saddest feelings he had ever felt.
The last thing he saw, all of them looking at him without a care at all . . .
He placed the covering over his eyes
Soon after hearing the sounds of ropes pulling
As the blade descended with a full swing to and fro,
He heard the sounds of death lighting up the room
Bouncing across his left, then right ear drum
Becoming closer, closer, closer
The swinging sound of his doom approaching.
His thoughts became like he was always, drunk
The laughter had stopped as he thought of his wife and kids
That's when he felt the cold steel for one second
Ripping him down the middle
Head to groin
Completely cut in half.
His fears were confirmed
His family saw him right after death
Delivering a note under the door before authorities were ever notified.
Organs, body fluid, blood, shattered bone.
Both sides of him on either side of the table
He heard everything
Every little sound
Even while quickly dying
He heard himself trying to scream one final time
Ode To Edgar Allen Poes "The Pit and the Pendulum"
2012
Published 21st Dec 2012
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Anonymous
21st Dec 2012 3:03am
Well you got the description and creepiness down. Pretty well done :)
