Disclaimer: All mine!! :P mine mine mine!!!! ;D ok, so the concept of Ben
might be the same but :P.
AN: hey, new poem. I love this one. I think it fits in with Ben (DA). The
way he was suffocated with the endless turmoil of his past was really
expressive, and I just wrote this poem from that. ;D R+R
The Cries of the Dead
The cries of the dead haunt me
They plague me with their screams
Their taunts and jeers
They make me remember all that I have done
All my sins
All my woes
I try to forget
But they pull me back
And I forever scream
In my world of pain and sorrow
My heart beats a thousand
And my tears a thousand more
But my soul
My soul in the depths of my bitterness
Is rekindled with anguish
It beckons
To take my life
To leave this pain
To leave this world
But I think not
And the cries of the dead haunt me
The cries of the dead haunt me
They tempt me to leave
They call upon the satanic being within me
To come and join them
And be lost
In the fires of memory
The irony of it is so.so cruel
How the people killed
In turn kill the murderer
They say it's natural
That the world will spin again
But my world is shattered
Ever since I saw the light
Leave my sight
It gave me pleasure
It gave me pain
But it hurt my soul
It became black
And full of malevolence
It's putrid smell leaves marks on my body
The bitterness won't leave, neither will the marks
So the cries of the dead haunt me
The cries of the dead haunt me
So much so that I almost fall into their trap
And that I almost give in to darkness
I try not to
But the pain is too great
That even the earth itself
Will not be able to relieve me of this pain
My scars begin to fade
As I reach for the darkness
They begin to burn and scratch my skin
As I feel them let go
I can still see their eyes
I can still smell their blood
I can still feel them leave my arms
And I sicken myself
So I reach for the weapon
That took so many lives before
That caused so much pain before
And I wait
I wait until the cries come back
And they do
The cries of the dead haunt me for the last time.
might be the same but :P.
AN: hey, new poem. I love this one. I think it fits in with Ben (DA). The
way he was suffocated with the endless turmoil of his past was really
expressive, and I just wrote this poem from that. ;D R+R
The Cries of the Dead
The cries of the dead haunt me
They plague me with their screams
Their taunts and jeers
They make me remember all that I have done
All my sins
All my woes
I try to forget
But they pull me back
And I forever scream
In my world of pain and sorrow
My heart beats a thousand
And my tears a thousand more
But my soul
My soul in the depths of my bitterness
Is rekindled with anguish
It beckons
To take my life
To leave this pain
To leave this world
But I think not
And the cries of the dead haunt me
The cries of the dead haunt me
They tempt me to leave
They call upon the satanic being within me
To come and join them
And be lost
In the fires of memory
The irony of it is so.so cruel
How the people killed
In turn kill the murderer
They say it's natural
That the world will spin again
But my world is shattered
Ever since I saw the light
Leave my sight
It gave me pleasure
It gave me pain
But it hurt my soul
It became black
And full of malevolence
It's putrid smell leaves marks on my body
The bitterness won't leave, neither will the marks
So the cries of the dead haunt me
The cries of the dead haunt me
So much so that I almost fall into their trap
And that I almost give in to darkness
I try not to
But the pain is too great
That even the earth itself
Will not be able to relieve me of this pain
My scars begin to fade
As I reach for the darkness
They begin to burn and scratch my skin
As I feel them let go
I can still see their eyes
I can still smell their blood
I can still feel them leave my arms
And I sicken myself
So I reach for the weapon
That took so many lives before
That caused so much pain before
And I wait
I wait until the cries come back
And they do
The cries of the dead haunt me for the last time.