This is the fifth poem for The Demon Barber of Fleet Street series, hope you like it! I don't like this one very much, but oh, well. I'm not the one REVIEWING (HINT, HINT). Please read and REVIEW (Emphasis on review).
Thanks for REVIEWING: AngelofDarkness1605, it meant a lot.
Poem #5
He paces the dark room
Of what was once his home.
It is now a slaughterhouse,
A place to do away with others
Who have wronged him.
His heart is empty,
Occupied only by sorrow and rage.
An intense feeling that he can't stand.
But that's not him,
That's not Benjamin Barker.
It seems impossible that this man,
Who is now ensnared by demons,
Used to be a happy barber
With a perfect life.
But his past is gone now,
Barely even a shadow to him,
Just a faint memory to Sweeney Todd.
Nightmares now engulf his dreams and rage plagues his mind.
He is a different man now,
Never able to turn back into who he used to be.
He just deals with his customers now,
His victims,
One by one,
Slitting their throats,
Trying to let out some rage.
But no amount of violence can compare to
The hurt and anger built up inside of him.
He is lost in a sea of rage and grief,
Unable to turn back,
Unable to control himself.
This one didn't really have an ending, but I'm going to work on it. But for the time being, this is how it ended. Please review, I'm not trying to badger you, but I really, really appreciate them. Thanks:)