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Battle ScarsBattle Scars:

Sharp claws rake into my skin
as my blood bursts forth to splatter against the ground
The uneven breathing of my foe
tells me that he too is wounded and close to death

I can see his teeth, flecked with frothing saliva
foaming and spitting as he bellows his name
He charges into me, his frame crashing with mine
the impact has me reeling and I fall back against the stone

The ground feels cold
the icy chill seeping into my bones
the warmth of my blood escapes me
and I can feel myself beginning to fade

Up toward the sky I glance
praying that I might receive assistance
I pray that he who commands me, he who stands above
Will pity

You Lift Me UpYou Lift Me Up:

When first I fell from the grace of the light
Tumbling endlessly through an uncaring sky
With wings torn from me, blotched and bloodied;
It was time for me to die...

But a bed of flowers, with the scent of lillies;
Caressing my heart with its soothing fragrance
Left me stronger and healed my wounds;
In the dark it was my radiance

It brought me back from the brink of despair
And made me forget that I would never fly
Instead I am content with these broken wings
If I may sleep where you still lie...

Here upon the ground, having faced my judgement
I am calm and collected without burden to bear
Someday I wish to retu

Arguing With A MirrorArguing With A Mirror:

Ah greetings mister Chen, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?

Don't play around with me man, you know I'm outta material...

Oh? So it would seem that our mighty street thug has finally come crashing down
Have you come to apologise for putting me aside?
Perhaps you finally realised how important I am for creativity

Say whatever you want pal, but I need some juice and I need it now!

And what makes you think I'll help you this time?
If you recall correctly Chen, was it not you who pushed me out?
As far as I remember, you said you wanted to be "real"
You said that my "expertise" was not currently needed

What

Breaking FreeBreaking Free:

I sit here waiting, in the coldest of cells
Outside I hear them screaming for blood
I know that they mean to kill me soon
Yet somehow my spirit remains resolved and calm

As they march me to the gallows, wrapped in chains
I grin knowingly as they force me to kneel
Each and every man in the audience, waits for this moment
They know that something is about to change!

An eldritch wind ripples through the air
And I can feel it wrapping around my beating heart
It makes me feel like breaking the conventions:
The ones that I've torn apart...

And as they make me bow before the guillotine
I can feel a sense of unrivaled exc

The Never-ending MasqueThe Never-ending Masque:

A troupe of dancers, with colourful costumes
Ascends the stage with jaunty smiles
Whilst the eldest member, in a Jester's mask
Narrates the tale in style:

As they begin their dance, these lovely dancers
The skies turn cold and grey...
Arms reach down from the rumbling heavens
And they take our stage away!

Yet the harlequins laugh
And simply dance on the grass
For the show must go on
Until time has passed

Harken brothers, a wicked wind blows!
It stirs from the belly of the unkind beast
It rips our props away from us;
And hopes the dance will cease...

But the Harlequins laugh and continue the show
Th

WinterfallWinterfall:

Warm blood drips upon the pearl white snow
freezing into droplets that shine and glow
Red like the colour of his once livid cheeks
It frames the sculpture I have carved on this peak

An artwork made so terrifyingly sublime
I believe that such a thing would be condemned as a crime
But woe betide the unfortunate soul
For the poor man stumbled into the freezing cold...

I remember his features in his moment of death
Hope and despair, intermingled as one
A shine of reality as he opens the door
and steps into the hell from the days of yore

From then he has passed into my loving care
His body as a shell and so I lay it bare

Barely BreathingBarely Breathing:

Are you feeling cold in here, lost perhaps
It makes me wonder if you can even hear me
Has your mind degraded into a lump of fat
Broken by what you've been forced to endure?

As I stroke your cheeks it makes me remember
The loving shrillness of your frightened shrieks
You screamed and screamed until your throat was bloody
As I slowly took your limbs from you...

Now you dangle helpless on wires and chains
An artistic puppet, which is made from flesh
No hands or feet to lash out violently
No arms or muscles to thrash...

The breath that rasps from your broken lips
Is the sound that tells me, you are still alive
But

A Navigator's TreasureA Navigator's Treasure:

For she who watches the tides of the sea
For she who guides the weary ship.
There is no greater treasure for her
Than a scroll of an ancient writ...

This artifact that we did find
Was stolen from a dragon's behind
Plucked it out from the creature's rear
whilst it nestled the egg that it held dear

So gold and fine was this glorious egg
That soon my mind began to renege
It was filled with thoughts of gold and riches
So tangible that I nearly pissed me britches

Me accent soon began to change
I thought like a thug who was most deranged
Gamblin' at tables would be might fine
With an egg of such a rich design

Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:

I'll admit I've done my share of things
Of which I know I can never be proud
And I've tried my best to be a better man;
But I guess I can't right now

The mistakes I've made are pretty clear to me
It's not like I can just wipe a 'tat'
The symbols that go all around my body;
And the numbers on my back...

They're all reminders of who I used to be
What I used to do and how I used to live
But that man just isn't me anymore;
And I need a chance that only you can give

I guess what I really want to say is that:
I'm trying my hardest to change for better
And I need to know that you can forgive me
And so I'm sending

CorvusCorvus:

Black feathers falling through the empty sky
A whisper upon the winds, better left unspoken
As a glimmer of sunlight catches my eye
I am drawn to the worms that writhe below

Each one pulses with the desire to live
endlessly tunneling through the sands of the earth
With nothing more for them to give
I'm afraid they are quickly eaten...

One, two, three and four
Each one swallowed by an open door
Five, six, seven, eight
They know not love nor petty hate

It makes me wonder if they feel this pain
of being consumed by the one they fear
They sprout and dance in the lovely rain
Not knowing of that which lurks so near

-Chen Yu

In Service to MorganaIn Service To Morgana:

There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...

I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death

His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face

But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angel

HopeHope:

She waits for him
at the gates that stood when even the world crumbled
She sighs
knowing that her own name will soon be forgotten

Where once she carried the weight of the world
now her strength is but the tiniest whisper
A single spark, left to crackle amongst the shades
until all is lost in the endless folds of time

It's getting colder
though she still continues to stand by the gates
She is getting older
and thus her memories must fade...

Angels gather to watch her in these final moments
and they bow their heads as a sign of respect
For even now, as the life leaves her body
Still she continues to wait...

-Chen Yuan Wen

DenialDenial:

He stands before the mountains
and sighs, knowing that they reach toward the heavens
He begins his climb
his hands soon bloodied, his fingers digging into the hardened stone

He continues to drag himself
against the crags that scrape against his peeling skin
Unwilling to end his climb prematurely
though the rocks continue to slice into his flesh

Blood is drawn with a single desperate gasp
as pain rings out throughout his frame
His feet tremble and his hands grow numb
but still he continues to climb ever higher...

The winds threaten to throw him from the face of the mountain
and they slowly begin to waste him away
His bod

Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:

Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'

And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'

A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'

How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is na

She Waits For MeShe Waits For Me:

Her touch is mercilessly chilling
When she appears inside my room
I can hear her gibbering softly
As she mutters words of doom

The lady pushing the brink of delusion
I am cornered to the edge of my waning sanity!
I shatter mirrors and reflective surfaces
To preserve some sense of humanity

Yet they say my delirium is a mere illusion...
Ha! They judge the things that they cannot see
She comes to me in depths of the night
Because she knows I cannot flee

Do you know the feeling of waking up
With her grinning face before me?
Rotting teeth and swollen flesh;
It would be better not to see!

But tonight I shall end t

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Shot to Hell

by *WordOfChen, Jul 21, 2012, 8:30:34 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Shot to Hell:

You know, I should probably be angry about all this
I mean, I am dead after all...
Still, I suppose there could be worse things in life

Of course, it did hurt you know; when you shot me
Oh my god! I thought I've just been shot!
The bleeding wasn't the worst part of the ordeal though
Instead, the worst part of entire situation was the feeling of slowly dying
the feeling of losing the life inside your body...

Some might say that it feels like being buried in a blizzard
but for me, it was more like jumping head first into an icy sea
I couldn't move and I couldn't speak...
all I could do was to simply hang there limp and wait for the water to fill my lungs

All of a sudden, quick as a flash, I ended up here
here in this realm of flames and smoke, dust and death, desolation and sorrow...
As the pillars of fire reached for the sky, I found myself drifing down
deep into the depths of this realm, like a cartridge spent from a gun

At first, I was confused by all of this
I wondered what exactly might have happened to me
but then, I remembered you. You and your disgusting face
the last sight that I got to see before the darkness came and captured me...

Oh yes, I remember you very clearly my friend
and the big man himself has given me a special honour
I will be allowed to wait here you see, for the moment when you first arrive
and as you walk through these fiery gates...we will all be waiting to greet you

I was surprised you know, by how much things have changed from the stories
we no longer use simple pitchforks and fire. That's just laughable!
Instead, we have something much more delicious for the likes of you

Do you know the feeling of being stripped of all your bones
Stripped and hung like a loose bedsheet, from a tree of iron spikes
Here you will be buffeted constantly by the howling winds
until the very flesh from your body is torn away, piece by loving piece

Bullets, tear gas? No that's much too simple for you...
your mind is weak and that is why you crumbled and gave in to madness
but here, the imagination becomes the very source of our power
and so I need you to imagine; imagine all the horrible things we are waiting to do to you...

For instance, allow us to feed you with tiny pellets that swell inside your stomach
they grow in size and density, swelling up, until they rupture you internally
It will allow you to die, over and over, choking in your own fluids
until you've finally satisfied me with your cries for mercy...

I have so much more in store for you here my friend
and I am waiting so eagerly for you to finally get here...
Come visit me soon, my dearest killer, for there is much I want to share
I wish to show you, that there is something so much worse than the mere loss of life...

You thought yourself to be the Joker, the crown prince of crime
but in the end you are the same as every other psychopath
Bearing delusions of grandeur, yet little more than a mewling kitten
in the face of a true horror...

Come my son...come close...we are all so eager to meet you again...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 21st July 2012

Shot to Hellby *WordOfChen

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

This isn't quite poetry...more prosetry really, but I wanted to do something in tribute to the Colorado shooting...

As my heart goes out to those suffering from the tragedy...my own sweetheart could have been caught in the cross-fire as she lives nearby.

It shocked me and that is why I am stopping the revolution for a day to observe some silence for these individuals who have died or been wounded.

I'm not big on the whole heaven or hell thing, but I figure that hell would have evolved by now. If it is no longer something that evokes fear...then it is not doing its job. New tortures...new horrors; that is what awaits such individuals I hope. Oh well, my mind is rather dark ^^

-Chen

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~Vo09 Dec 11, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is so good :3 I really think about how lucky I am, because I might have been one of those people in that theater. Great job

~KingBJKoopa Dec 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Hate that guy...freaking mental breakdown or something T_T

~lolnyny Nov 11, 2012

omg! omg! I don't know what to say!

~Wolfman2228 Oct 5, 2012

i am good and evil i consider my self a angel and demon hybrid
considering im still alive. i am stuck between heaven and hell
may i find out where i go someday