Monday, June 27, 2005

Here's something for ya'll.
I dont know WTF I was thinking but it took me three days to come up with, and it still aint done right, but judge and tell me what you think, no B.S.

Bottomless Pit

I’VE FALLEN INTO A BOTTOMLESS PIT

Your ear must you lend,
Listen to my tale my friend,
I’ll make sure you comprehend,

LOOK AT ME…

Look at what I’ve become,
memories that I keep from…
the times when she was gone.
she was a mental intrusion,
That filled me wit’ confusion,
With her world of delusion,
I could find no solution,
Just a hectic conclusion,
She RETAINED my absolution.
My soul she has withdrawn,
With the evil she has spawned,
My transformation had undergone…

And what I’ve become is this,
That which could not exist,
An infernal abyss,
Closely resembling hell,
Down to every cell,
Seems to be the fault of an evil spell,
Born from her cold…cold… farewell,
A story that I dare not tell,
Which leads to why I fell.
Listen as I begin to reminisce,
Starting with that blessed kiss,
That I received with a simple twist…

I must say I was stung,
The cat caught my tongue,
As I left her hung…
There’s no one else to blame,
Especially for this pain
That she caused to someone so sane,
…As I saw her body sway,
I felt relieved at what I portrayed,
You must think me insane,
My voice no longer unsung,
With the thrill of killing so young…
I made haste as I flung,

I SEE HER IMAGE AS I FLEE…

(Sounds of police sirens, yelling, and hounds)

~In a panicked voice now~

I’m the man the officials want to apprehend,
To allow you to tell my tale I must forefend,
My mental torture’s just begun but you life will END…

I DIDN’T MEAN TO DO IT.
~silence~

small explanation to the poem:
A man feels depressed because his girl left him, so he kills her. He feels guilty so he tells a stranger what he did.(It's human nature to have to tell some one your secret). He fears the stranger will tell the police, so he kills him. This starts a cycle turning him into a serial killer. Expect a sequel. It'll probably take me awhile to come up with, cuzz I gotta make the poem just as complicated as the first if not more.
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