Living HellWhen you're left in the dark. Lonely. Refused. Forsaken.
When all you have, is yourself. Where do you turn?
To those who turned from you? No.
Their backs reject you, even when they are blind to you.
Do you turn to the unreal? Do you turn your gaze toward the heavens?
Why? Your insignificance is all too obvious. So whom would listen?
Who would see you there? In the dark. A shadow among shadows.
You. You alone can see yourself. You alone can behold.
And so the shape of your heart can be told.
In the abysmal dark, I beheld myself. And I saw fire and shadow.
Night and blood. And so I ventured out.
Striding with hells' steps among the living.
Tainting their lives with my unholy presence.
Hell is not a place, you know. It is I.
And, oh, how I hunger for your souls.
Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2011-02-20 at 21:14
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