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The Blackened Rainbow Of The Wicked
By DescendingDown
Standing in the shadows of souls forsaken
Soft hands grasp a jagged,
rusty blade
I can still hear the echoing of his nails scraping
across my heart as it crumbled
Smoking in his palm..
(Fingers itch behind his back)
"Come, my friend.."
Whispers a sinister smirk curling from his snarling lips
The
sweet smell of his chloroform words numbing my senses
& I crawl
(reluctant)
On my knees..
(trembling)
My hands pierced with shattered glass
On a dark path
Filled with the stench of a deserted sanctuary in his eyes
& I'm counting the seconds...
Until my bleeding ears go deaf
From the hemorrhaging of his unconscious embryonic mind
Enter: The festering desolation of my descent
As I plunge
into the gallows of my despair
& swim through the decaying corpses
of my regret
*Authors note ~ A thank you to Nero
Davola for his contribution. Find him at www.myspace.com/joeydavola
Read his work ~ A
Restless affliction
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Copyright 2009 Kandice Bush
Published on Monday, September 21, 2009.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
I was awed by your imagery, such a well constructed piece. Thank you for this glimpse into the eye of despair.
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