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The sound of the dead

Pounding voices fill the air
	Anguished cries, 	
The sound of desperation
Rings loud and clear

It starts out slow
Yet, as the walls close in
And my chains tighten
The voices cry out louder
Until the agony of it bombards all my senses
And rings throughout my whole body

The sound of the dead
The anguished, tortured cries of the innocent
Haunt me

And again,
I see the undeniable fear
Hear the screams of pain
Hear the loud, fast beating heart
As the body fights death

And all over again,
The unmistakable rage returns
Mingling with a sick disgust
That floods my whole body
And the monster rises 

Hungry for the thrill,
The pleasure of the kill
That seems to make me forget the pain
He caused
Until again, I feel warm blood drip off my fingers
And see what I’ve done

A mangled, torn body lies before me
Bleeding, broken, torn
By the blade I hold in my hand,
And the thrill is gone
Horror replaces the dark revenge, 
that filled my heart
And sick disgust wins in the end
An innocent life,
Full of dreams
Full of love untold
Full of hopes
With so much to offer the world
Lies crushed, broken, before my eyes

And the monster
That rose inside of me
Hides once more in the shadows
Still savoring the taste of blood,
And broken dreams
But not for long,
For the monster inside is never satisfied

It always waits in the shadows,
And then when the moment’s right
It shows itself 
And I can’t hold myself back,
I can’t stop
Not until the monster is satisfied
And fresh, dark blood
Gloves my hand
And my insides twist with disgust
The war of good and evil won for now

Tears stream down my face,
The reality of my guilt
Bringing me back to my cell
Meant to cage the monster in,
But really just caging me in

This is my life now,
And the sounds of the dead
Only remind me of a forbidden path
That only leads to insanity,
Pain that a soul can’t bear
Sorrow and loneliness,
That hides behind stubborn arrogance
But is slowly breaking me down
From the inside

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  1. Date: 5/18/2012 4:43:00 AM
    A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Suzannah. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love, Carol