Upside Down
Contributed by
net
on
Monday, 18th January 2010 @ 01:04:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Slowly it slides down,
Its destination; the floor.
Wind rushes all around,
Freezes the motion.
Temples chanting.
Gongs been pound.
Screams of joy,
Or perhaps of darker nature
Sores their throats.
Agony painted red,
Minds left blank,
They go on.
Relentless
Yet frightful,
Shaking in every step,
With day and night
Chasing tails,
Sounds forbidden,
Blood on its course,
Growing thorns,
Entangled, down to the core
We roll.
There’s no stopping us.
Yet spitting pity,
You mock my resolve.
Don’t care the scars,
The stitches, the holes.
Conscious, barely
I swallow the world
As it is, as it should be.
Nails keep things in place.
Water runs upwards.
I follow
Wherever it goes.
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