Shadow. Tearing the flesh wide open from the core of his wound, Unstrung guitars now weep a deadly tune, Before a black background he wails and screams, It seems as if he needs to reach out to me. Lingering and following about my presence, Coughing blood and cursing every living essence, Ajar is his cursed life, a show for public scare, Never depended on his love, drugs, motherly care. Born alone unto this world, but an alley to him, Wherein he scampers as a lost dog, hopes can’t swim, Thrown against a metal wall, and broken is he, None can realize, for he feels yet no pain, none can see. The nails emerge, scattered before the steps he takes, Haunted by nothing he’s done, so seems it a mistake. Silent vulture, but devours none to please his mind, He scavenges instead, upon human depression and its kind. A hero, but abundantly hated, a warrior, but rebuked, A martyr for your happiness, a soldier rotting for you. Now you’ll find him the same, his sagging eyes lids sadder, Behind his stitched lips, his tongue tied, words growing madder. Which abandoned demon is he, that follows you, but for your good? What does he absorb that darkens him, pushes him within his hood? I’ve followed him for two full moons now, he never seems alive, I fear he is of the living dead yet cowardly shuns my every cry. What beast is he, with his long black cloak, darker than the darkest night? Why does he bless the ones who hate, the ones drowned in fright? Amuses me he lack of love, yet his concern, his dying yet living state, His mortal feel, yet rotten smell, his ghastly shape, his prudent fate. Amazes me the things he does, scares and pleases me his sight, What creature did mankind have nurtured, for he feeds upon their plight. I leave him, for he never seemed to wither or die, Have I waited for this animal’s death all this while? No piety have I left, no mercy but mere human emotion and careless feel, No courtesy for this ugly being, though he takes the worst from me. Forgive me, for I shan’t be able to forgive myself, O Shadow heavily clad, The Shadow of grief, my plight, the Voyager that suckles the young wrongs I never knew I had. ___________________________________________________________ comments needed.
That is really dark written. But I really like it, it's so..intense. I can't really explain, sorry. But you did a good job Arhaz <3
Damn You always make long stuff, and it's always great enough for me to enjoy reading. Thanks TransArhaz