As I entered the cognitive halls of thought.
It's walls became draped with many tapestry.
All designed with the intricate weave of death.
Entering the Main Hall.
Thousands of flickering flames, dance upon their fuel.
The wax dripping away from each life force represented.
Between each jumbled cluster of light, lay extinguished wicks.
Their purgatorial balance toppled by my murderous hunger to absorb their life
giving matter.
Passing into a Shrine of introspection.
An enormous blood red candle burns it's black flame.
A mirror of the past reflects all that has been done onto my unseen face.
Darkened thoughts drag this cryptic frame over the corpse of pastimes.
Bargaining a deal with the Evil one.
Now I must haunt my own house.
Let the manic waves corrode my being away forever.
Passing this night of another day.
Drying up, for very few live.
Armageddon has been hard on everyone.
Author notes
Quote: dark
A contest entry
- Darkened Decadence No PW by Lost Vampyre Angel.
1000 points, ended September 4, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What is something when its nothing but still something as if it were nothing? Everything!
Comments
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wow this is different then what i was expecting with the title: but wow this is actually very very deep.
I love it alot, it speaks courage and well wisdom
all my love
kitty xxx -
Spooky
That would definitely be the worse thing about immortality, being with yourself.
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wow!!!
deep...
i like it.
'Armageddon has been hard on everyone.'
ammazing! -
cool nice style
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