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poem 25

Contributed by Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone on Tuesday, 27th June 2006 @ 09:11:53 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

I am shackled to others,
Those of us who dared to seek happiness.
We are being led to the Throne Room,
To be whipped and humiliated before Her.
The Snow Queen.
She smiles her sadistically cruel smile,
As I and the others are being unshackled from each other,
And being shackled upon the walls.
I bite back my screams of pain as I feel the first lick of the whip against my back,
Biting into my flesh.
I hear Her sadistically cold laughter,
For she was getting pleasure from my pain.
I know who my whipping master is,
For the Snow Queen enjoys anything that causes me misery,
Pain,
Or discomfort.
My whipping master is the ***** who hurt me.
She calls this session to an end,
And demands the release of us.
One by one,
We are unshackled & bowing at her feet.
We beg her for forgiveness,
But she is merciless.
She sends the rest away,
And I am alone with her.
She tries to hand me the blade she still assumes I crave,
But I refuse.
I am being whipped each time I refuse.
So,
I take the blade just to stop the torment.
I go off into a corner,
Staring at all my blood on the blade.
It disgusts me to see it there,
To know I used to do this to feel.
I feel the tears staining my face,
Ad my blood slowly slides down my back from the wounds caused by the whip.
I close my eyes,
Waiting for my death.
Or the wounds to stop bleeding.
I grow weak,
And feel the darkness closing in around me.
Am I dead?
Not yet.
But possibly soon.
I come to,
And am completely healed as if I had not been whipped mercilessly.
I feel numb now,
And I welcome it.
Being numb.
Feeling nothing.
In the end,
It's for the best.

Copyright © Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone ... [ 2006-06-27 09:11:53]
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Re: poem 25 (User Rating: 1 )
by Anesthetic on Tuesday, 27th June 2006 @ 04:45:46 PM AEST
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*first coment jig* wow, that was a wonderful write as i was reading i could feel it. keep up the good work.

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