(A/N: this is a poem I wrote in Spring 08 for an assignment in english class. We were learning about Edgar Allan Poe and had just finished reading Annabelle Lee. My teacher then instructed us to write a poem with a repeating line and use of metaphor and simile. From the POV of my OC Kikyo, a member of the Paradise pack from Wolf's Rain off a WR roleplay site.)
Road to Death
No one understands me, in this land of the wicked.
I'm not even sure they know I exist, until I hear their jeers.
I'm all alone in this cloud of Darkness,
This fiery cloud of Hell.
I try to stay strong, got to keep my head held high.
But it isn't working;
My walls are crashing down into the turbulent sea.
I've learned I'm no angel,
I've fallen back to Hell again, like Lucifer and his demons.
My life is spinning out of control on the Road to Death.
Every time I stand back up,
Someone knocks me back into the dirt.
I try to fight back, stand my ground,
Though I know its all in vain.
I'm drowning in the Darkness,
No one offers a hand to save my soul.
I'm going under,
Under all my pain,
Under all my oppression.
My life is spinning out of control on the Road to Death.
I cry out for help, yet I go unheard.
I am the Unwanted, the Outcast of the Earth.
There is no place for me to find comfort,
Except for inside myself.
Cold, alone, and empty- does no one care?
I turn up the music, tune out the World.
Someone save me from this nightmare.
I'm on the edge, falling off this cliff of Despair.
My life is spinning out of control, on the Road to Death.
I lost control, I crashed.
I just can't take this anymore!
I'm at the end of the Road,
Where the Demons of Hell await to steal my soul away.
The Angels above turn their haloed head away,
Their backs and glorious white wings face my bleeding, broken body.
I look up from the burning Pits of Hell, the flames biting my skin.
My chains are iron weights dragging me down.
Those left in the Realm of the Living all laugh;
They mourn not for the girl lost on the Road to Death.
I doubt they ever will.