It hurt - but what did they care Monsters lurking in my mind A sickness - A craving Like an addict I haunted the darker pathways Deep within the city Seeking those who lived in hell's burning light A blood soaked reality I sought them out To ease my sickness I needed what they offered - Their disease I wouldn't give up until they offered me And I accepted And I then would become like them Dark, hell creatures blood soaked Then I would be the last one laughing I'd be the nightmare - Not the joke
and now back to the darkness, like a soul tethered to it...
i could feel the undercurrent of blood flowing through the veins of the speaker but also through the veins of the city...
you use breathtaking imagery in your writes...a metaphorical soliloquy of dark thoughts.
and now back to the darkness, like a soul tethered to it...
i could feel the undercurrent of blood flowing through the veins of the speaker but also through the veins of the city...
you use breathtaking imagery in your writes...a metaphorical soliloquy of dark thoughts.
Tina, the words you choose always allow the reader to follow you into the dark places. They paint the image of the streets where you create the monster, the hunt and the thirst to feed the additction. I am additcted to your poems.
This poem is extremely powerful. It has some great meaning in it that is very dark and kind if sad. I love the descriptions in this piece, they added to the emotion in your poem. Wonderful job!
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..