Puppets

Puppets

A Poem by Jason Shadows
"

Creeping Alive In Your Room.

"
"Pulling the strings that wither
 in this cord cought from above.

 Just sit there in the chair of sorrow
 while hope bleeds bye in the wind.

 Hanging from the dead but tiptoed
 into this reanimate room we freeze.

 Cold breath from wood shows
 our dreaded life turning us alive.

 Living amongst you in this world
 as you gather thoughts in reconcile.

 Creeping across your floor and your bed
 while you sleep as the crows watch outside.

 Turned from stone within dreams that don't 
 forgive the past as ghosting the insides we hide.

 Tickling your sweet desire of immorality 
 we leech your soul into two evil lingering puppets.

 One with cold chains that cry for your soul 
 and reap the sowing of a forgone memory.

 While the other one creeps and watches silently 
 smiling while you turn into what you fear the most - Us."

 

© 2012 Jason Shadows


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brrrr.........so creepy and thrilling. My hair's standing on end from reading this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Whoa!
that's all I can say right now...

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on October 29, 2012
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Jason Shadows
Jason Shadows

I'm your shadow within the light., NC



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"Welcome to a world of light and shadow. In my apocalyptic paradise there are creatures and ghosts of the past and lost trying to remember what was that can never be again within ruins. So grab you.. more..