10-15-2011, 07:40 AM
Join Date: Dec 2009
Re: Diamond's Poetry
Originally Posted by Diamond1304
It is here. I imagine blood on my hands.
I run...but I can't escape.
It won't stop bothering me. It won't go.
In every corner, in every shade of darkness,
in every silhouette, it strives to catch me.
No use hiding, it has infiltrated my mind.
Sending waves of thoughts and scenes,
it prods and nudges into the deep recess.
It churns out what I've been concealing.
Like a weedkiller, it strikes my conscience.
As it eats away my soul, I'm reminded of everything,
Including that night.
I shuddered, trying to pick up the pieces of my sub-conscious.
I put my hands up, yelling a surrender.
Swiftly it washed over and I blacked out.
I felt bonds on my wrists and chains around my mind.
As I looked up to the person who placed those cuffs and chains,
Guilt was staring back. Now in this small cell, guilt has finally let me free.
This... This is beautiful.
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