Tattered boot, caked with dust and grime
It meets the floor with shattering force.
Trying to stand he feels his body coated in slime,
Round and round he turns trying to find a course.
Drip...Drip..small dots appear rolling from his brow.
A rolling crack of thunder fills the valley,
Unfocused, lost his body fights but he cannot allow.
Ba dum, Ba dum, Ba dum, it takes over,
Opening his eyes he sees that dark alley.
Screams giving voice to the wind.
Walking home the images a blur,
He stops listening, then continues a quickened pace.
Like a sharp spur
It happens, he loses all time and space.
His torment almost to an end.
Different, changed, long nails greet his disbelief.
In the flashing brilliance of the sky he extends,
Standing he knows he is not alone, grief
It hangs in the air like a noxious fume.
In an instant he now knows, what he has become.
Breathing deep he sheds his mortal tomb.
His laughter cruel and bitter,
He walks now back to the city, numb
A smile that wilts tugged at his lips.
In a flash he is gone.
A plan brewing for the small city of dreams.
Sharp like daggers instincts spawn,
Long, pointed they grow, craving those crimson streams.
The streets flooding the senses like a copper bell.
Nightmares born as screams fill the air.
His name is nothing more than shadow, a whisper of Hell.
COMMENTS
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Darkfire112886
20:36 May 10 2012
Wow, that is good...really good..CUDOS
captainglobehead
21:00 May 10 2012
I enjoyed that. Surprisingly powerful images.
xxMONSTERxx
21:15 May 10 2012
excellent! :)