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Isabelle Gale Poem
The darkness is coming
It’s coming for all of you
You can’t play from it, it will seek you out
The fiends translucent complexion, its skin is so thin
Thin enough that the black liquid within its veins are seeping out
Dripping to the corroded floor, eating straight through
It will sense your trepidation and drag itself and its blade to you
Consume your core and aura till all that’s left is forsaken fear
Wondering the darkness for eternity, becoming one of them
Then you will have maternity of the devil
Evil spewing from his heart, infecting his veins
He is coming for you
Breathing death and thriving on others fear
A walking dead and mere satanic existence
Hungry for human life form
Wandering decaying dorms which once served a purpose
The metal blade screams along the floor boards
Becoming the darkness, its in you
Insane deformed creatures conjured by blasphemer mentality
Wander this town, it’s corridors, walls with blood written notes
Screeching through twisted throats
This small world sitting in constant thick fog
What was once familiar is now stained with devils blood
You had better hide now
It’s coming for you, It’s ready to kill
Welcome to Silent Hill.
Copyright © Isabelle Gale | Year Posted 2012
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Isabelle Gale Poem
I clutch this childhood bear, it holds his essence, it’s Dad
My heart felt empty, I felt numb
I print images of him in my mind, his voice like a drum
From when he became childlike...insane
It strangled my heart, drained my soul, caused pain
The formerly bold man before me is now a walking skeleton
A skeleton that still remembers his past lifestyle
He wanted to go to the miles of fields
The fields that only he alone could perfect
They are now rotten…dead
He is now a memory,
Vague, but not forgotten
A cruel being stole his heart, ripped it out
Every day a new lie about my brother she would spout
He was your son, to him you were the one
The one that would show him the ropes
Dad, what happened
Why did you change
Why did you have to die
Why is that woman reaping the benefits
And sharing it with a new guy
Mums left In a mess, you forgot about her
your job paid well, you were a farmer
But we forgive you Dad, you tried to do right
I understand it was difficult with that woman and her spite
I love you, we all do, we miss you so bad
My friend, my parent, my Dad.
Copyright © Isabelle Gale | Year Posted 2012
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