In dust, dirt,
Grime, and mold.
They dripped onto
The wooden floor.
It touted three ears,
Jagged edges all.
Rooted in its maw:
Of splintered teeth, caked
In putrid flesh-
-Y remnants, its last
Meal. I was the next.
None venture into the Unknown Wilds.
All those few who do enter
Never emerge- at least, not in the same mental state
Indeed, those who do come out come out changed- anything but unscathed. The most upright are certain to emerge wholly perverse. Evil. Monsters. Fiends hungering for flesh and bone; thirsting for blood and bile.
Civilized people go in, those “lucky” enough to be spit back out come out deformed savages full of an otherworldly, tangible anger.
If the Unknown Wilds do not rid you of your life, it is your sanity, your humanity they will take.
Will these emotions dominate forever?
Have they, in waging war for control over one the other,
Killed all other emotions which did
Once inhabit my head? Did they smother
Happiness, joy, levity,
Relief, ease, peace? Will the places thereof forever be taken by these armies
Of stress and sorrow and anxiety? I wish to be rid
Of Guilt and Fear… Alas concerning other options, I doubt I have any.
You rule my life with your incessant pangs. You have caused all of my many colorful emotions to shrivel and wilt.
If only there were a pill to kill you, Guilt; at least maybe, if not a pill, then I wish I had strength enough to deny myself the many things which induce YOU.
You make me feel like I am below nothing. A filth. A breathing, mistake-making filth.
Fear, you are a package
Of so many foul facets.
You make me doubt what matters most to me; what I most want to be true.
If there were a button to forever turn you off – I would, without a thought, push it.
A NATION DESENSITIZED
Has become Desensitized
To a great many Things
Gradual moral Degradation
Has put principles lowest (in importance) on the list in one’s mind of qualities – –Prized
What chaos and misfortune such a way of thinking Brings
Is by Almighty God Despised
The devil is in full control; we willingly allow him to pull the Strings
Our wickedness will continue to grow beyond Escalation
We do as we please, following our own impulses; By our own (sinful) passions – –Ill-advised
This path will only lead to further Segregation… From God
Death By Strangulation
-1st stanza rhyme scheme: ABCD-EE-ABCD.
-2nd stanza rhyme scheme: FGHI-JJ-FGHI.
2nd Stanza yet to come.
Grimy and filthy,
Clutching my neck.
Their grip (gradually) tightening
I’m on my knees
My life slipping away with every second they squeeze
My attacker stands
Over me. I’m unable to breath; to scream; to beg; to plea. Soon (/at this rate), of – -murder, this man will be guilty.
My willpower has dwindled, my life-force is now but a speck
(Now,) I realize there is no use (in) fighting.