Iron Maiden in his mind
Impaling his will
Inner spikes colluding
Slow intention to kill
Arch nemesis out of sight
No reflection
No eyes left to see
Nemesis is he
Writhing
In abysmal deep
Chamber of tribulations
Awakening screams
From within
Bull so brazen
Burning his courage
The firing heat
Underneath
Pleading to Death
Daughter scavenging deep
Squeezing
Every orifice bleeding
Out
His hope
Laying in despair
Lonely and weak
Her crushing teeth
The pear that he eats
In anguish
Defiles self esteem
The spreading leaves
Opening his depression
Anxieties
Attacking from beneath
Onto the cradle
No comfort from Judas
Splitting his being
Splintering in two
His torturous keeper
Strapping to the finale with Catherine
Spirit breaking
With every drop of the wheel
Weaving
His mangled body through the sections
Hung up high
For everybody's inspections
Rotting and eaten
Crawling with flies
He's been beaten
He is dead inside
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Author:
KTay (
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Comments3
Well worded and in a medieval setting this poem flows with good rhyme and rhythm. It turns dark and without hope there is nothing worse than being dead inside, a living death. Well done
Thank you so much!
A well written and expressed write, getting darker and more passionate as you read through revealing the feeling of feeling dead inside, a great write
Thank you!
You are very welcome
Excellent write
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