Chapter 1 - A Shadow Incarnate
Submitted October 18, 2007 Updated October 23, 2007 Status Complete | OK so i had THE WEIRDEST dream where i died and then live on as my shadow and....well you'll see....if youreone of those happy people you might not like this, its one of my more darkish writings...
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Chapter 1 - A Shadow Incarnate
Chapter 1 - A Shadow Incarnate
Awake but dead
A shadow instead;
My body has long since gone.
Still I survive
On death I thrive;
I walk the earth till dawn.
The lessons I learn;
For blood I yearn
I cannot walk in day.
So my body stands still
And waits to fulfill
This longing to find my prey.
But my mind and my heart
Are set apart
In this struggle within my soul
But instinct wins
And so it begins:
I now carry out my goal.
So against my will
I start to kill
From dusk till dawn each night.
My body it seems
Too great a being
For my heart alone to fight.
This conflict within,
Now reaching the brim,
I pause and hold my breath.
I cannot restrain
Nor bear so much pain;
My sanctuary is death.
But a shadow am I,
I cannot die;
I sit here with my scars.
It’s too much pain
Just to remain
Stuck beneath the stars.
So every night
I try to fight
This undying desire to kill.
And corpses all
Will begin to fall
‘Til no more blood can spill.
A shadow instead;
My body has long since gone.
Still I survive
On death I thrive;
I walk the earth till dawn.
The lessons I learn;
For blood I yearn
I cannot walk in day.
So my body stands still
And waits to fulfill
This longing to find my prey.
But my mind and my heart
Are set apart
In this struggle within my soul
But instinct wins
And so it begins:
I now carry out my goal.
So against my will
I start to kill
From dusk till dawn each night.
My body it seems
Too great a being
For my heart alone to fight.
This conflict within,
Now reaching the brim,
I pause and hold my breath.
I cannot restrain
Nor bear so much pain;
My sanctuary is death.
But a shadow am I,
I cannot die;
I sit here with my scars.
It’s too much pain
Just to remain
Stuck beneath the stars.
So every night
I try to fight
This undying desire to kill.
And corpses all
Will begin to fall
‘Til no more blood can spill.
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EmeraldGreenSky on October 18, 2007, 7:40:52 AM
That's really good! You ever think about writing a book of poetry? You really should!bookworm369 on October 18, 2007, 7:41:50 AM
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lol you think?....maybe..i dunoKelekiahGaladrian on October 18, 2007, 7:30:51 AM
Kel: Wow, that is dark. I like it. Good job. ^^Blackwolfmoon on October 18, 2007, 7:29:03 AM
^^ *is left speechless* THIS IS THE BEST YET! *extremly big hug* perfection and ya know what... i had a dream like this last night o.O" xD great minds dream a like!