I can't remember who I was
Awakening in a place unfamiliar to my eyes
Memory eroded, my thoughts are unclear
A deathly silence greeting my ears.
Evil seeps through these walls
I hear it screaming inside my skull
A plague unleashed upon the night
The dead have come back to life.
Somewhere, someone still has breath in their lungs
But the living are just as dead as the rest
A dark journey down into the hive
Brutal images scarring my mind.
And she watches as the blood is spilt
Ruler and queen of this kingdom she built.
I can't remember who I am
Awakening in a place unfamiliar to my eyes
A mutated virus infecting me
The reaper's touch, cold and bleak.
The darkness thickens, concealing the damned
Vile creatures with a hunger that burns
A taste for flesh, these decaying demigods
Compelled to kill by the bitch in the machine.
Evil seeps through these walls
I hear it screaming inside my skull
A plague unleashed upon the night
The dead have come back to life.
Night of the Living Dead
The sickness inside my head
Residing without remorse
The darkness at the source.
Evil seeps through these walls
I hear it screaming inside my skull
A plague unleashed upon the night
The dead have come back to life.
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I really enjoyed this, full of imagery and description.
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Yvonne.
This is pretty dark.
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Tossing It Out
Very descriptive, I could feel the horror of
ReplyDeletethe unknown~
...agree with all the previous comments but would add that it must be like laying in a closed coffin...while you're yet alive.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments! I just sent a batch of comments to my brother yesterday so I will send these soon. Thanks again for being a follower. Dan really appreciates having people to share his work with.
ReplyDeleteCOMMENT FROM DAN TO ALL:
ReplyDeleteWithout darkness we could lnot recognize light. I have always maintained the view that 'art' strips away all the layers and exposes the raw truth. It reaches into our depths and shows all we are, the good and the bad. While this lyrical offering is 'dark' it is only an aspect, a moment of turmoil. Sometimes you have to get out the bad to make way for the good.
As you can see this was part 5 of a series of lyrical writings, each a commentary on society's 'zombification'. this one was in recognition of my current circumstance. In prison, many lose themselves to an institutionalized mindset. This setting hardens us emotionally and can 'deaden' us socially. Prison is often a place that does more harm than good and scars the individual. Indeed, at times I feel dead inside, stumbling through a world filled with empty souls.