Prisoner

P.X. Vexxus



Darkness surrounds the prisoner

As the shackles do bind him

He stares blankly into nothing for

Nothing will save him

He tries to remember how he got there

But his mind is corrupted

 

Corrupt darkness consumes his soul

As he lies motionless on the floor

Emotionless and hungry for more

Vengeance rages out of control

He screams at shadows and lures hatred

For he cannot control temptation

 

 
Tempting thoughts echo through him

For he is alone in the darkness

His mind is mad and his dreams fail

His heart is heavy for this he does wail

He struggles and pulls, punches the air

He questions existence for he is scared

 

 
His hatred threatens to consume him

As he rips the flesh from his skin

His eyes red, His anger swells

In the darkness he hears the bells

 

He saw her beauty and felt her misery

Lifeless and dead, cold and pale

He stabbed him until his heart did fail

He tore it apart, ripped him to shreds

And he buried him with no regrets 

 

He breaks the shackles and screams out loud

As blood drips like an evil cloud

He tears at madness with claws of fury

And breaks away evil with no mercy

 

 
He kills lingering shadows lurking within

And finds all reasoning for his sin

Free at last the prisoner walks once more

Wondering where to find the door

He wanders the room and feels the floor

He runs from the darkness in his core

 

Blinding light illuminates his face

As his eyes fall into place

He reaches towards it and opens his eyes

Then he realizes his own state of mind

 

He was never prisoner in shackles

He was caught in a nightmare of his failures

Driven insane and almost to slaughter

But now he feels his pain no longer

 

 
Light pours into the room

Curtains blow in the breeze

As a shackle slides from the balcony

The prisoner is free, from his nightmare and sorrow

As he rides the clouds into tomorrow

  • Author: P.X. Vexxus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 23rd, 2017 00:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: Prisoner [June 18, 2015] Synopsis: A story about a man imprisoned by his failures. He is driven insane by his nightmares and commits suicide.
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Comments1

  • Augustus

    Concentrating on your failures can drive you batty. Well done.



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