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The Wasteland -part 2-

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The Wasteland -part 2-

A long time passes and I am still here Silently insulting, brutally weeping But then I lift my head from the ground To see him standing there Towering over me in all endeavor of quietude Was he there the entire time? I feel his eyes but see only his stare I am dreaming again Has he returned to guide me? To frighten me back into reality? Who are you, entity of fear? I know death draws me near— But why, oh mystery, do you linger here? He never answers me, though still I try Why are you here? Must you hate me too? He pulls me up staring me down His thin, sophisticated form makes me feel hollow Empty features burning my vision As he bends facing me I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I hide. . . Why, I ask, my voice croaking Tell me why. . . He takes my hand as I cringe Walking me to the edge, his head tilted my way I shake like a dried leaf on the brink of autumn A small, pathetic part of me wants to thank him To believe all of this. . .is right How though, can I trust his blank sincerity? I am the only. . .the lonely But there he is beside me His long fingers intermingling in mine The sense of fear and confusion Sticking to me like grime I am the Slender Man—I am—your friend And for once I let him embrace me I cannot bear to flee He tenses and tightens his grip Dreading I may slip away in panic Please stay. . .please stay Soon it will all just go away. . . He is warm against me—alive Breathing slowly, I feel the beating of his heart Bashing my nerves—blurring my mind Tingles shoot down my spine As I stand there, so close to him We watch a sagging sunset As tears flow down my infected eyes I have learned to fly. . .to embrace the lies Squeezing my hand he holds me close As the black sun wearily lifts its head one last time Only to sink from its post I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I lie Slender Man cradles me in his tendrils Surrounding me like I am its sickly nourishment Whispering comforting falsehood I gaze beyond the wasteland Beyond myself. . . But there I find nothing Hand in hand we walk over the edge Heading yonder into the sheer, sweet Nothingness The demons watch us disappear Grinning from ear to ear I cannot see them now. . . But I can smell their fear -January 26, 2013-

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  1. Date: 2/12/2013 5:04:00 PM
    I think I like this second half better then the first,,,, simply awesome write,,, thanks for reading my family hair ;}

  1. Date: 2/7/2013 6:21:00 PM
    my goodness,it is SO dark and the man seems to be like a vampire or something. I love your writing, but I have to say this is over my head. However, the "tone" I am getting from it seems easy to comprehend. I once wrote about this "nothingness" that I think you are writing of as well. In my poem, there was a vampire. that may be why I see the entity in your poem as one too. Thanks for your comments to me today . Luv, Andrea

    Breidenthal Avatar Laura Breidenthal
    Date: 2/7/2013 6:40:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks Andrea! I know! So dark. Haha. Yes, Slender Man is a very strange entity, not a vampire. I should look yours up--id love to read it. Always, Laura
  1. Date: 2/6/2013 7:43:00 PM
    Wow! I'm going to have to soupmail you on this one.... 8o)

    Breidenthal Avatar Laura Breidenthal
    Date: 2/7/2013 6:41:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    uh oh, am I in trouble? hahah :)