|The Demon in Me - 9: Death
Author: R.K. Iris PM
It's a poem I wrote from the images I got while reading a DBZ fanfic-add that with my friend's betrayal and my two-month long depression, and you've got The Demon in Me. Part of the '9: Death' collection, rated M for intensity and graphic descriptions of gore. There really wasn't a category good enough to put this in, and 'War' came closest. My best poem yet.Rated: Fiction M - English - Words: 465 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-27-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3096132
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A/N: I wrote this poem when I was depressed and frustrated...actually, this isn't so much about me, since most of the feelings were inspired from a DBZ fanfiction I read...this poem is the reflection of how I was feeling when I read the fanfiction...I don't remember the name, but I'll put it up as soon as I hunt it down. I'm really proud of this poem, so tell me what you think.
Warning: Intense emotions, graphic gore, not for those who swoon regularly.
The Demon in Me
Hands emerge from deep within
From the inside dig nails into skin
Hold the doors and count to ten
Flesh ripped apart; blood pours out,
I scream and shriek and screech and shout
Blinded by pain cries emerge
The pain—it hurts, it hurts and hurts
And sores and numbs—it hurts so much
The hands grab skin; their flaming clutch
Burning the hide on my face to coal
Turning it as black as my sooted soul
that screams for help, screams for revenge
directs it out, holds it back an inch
The screams subside as one wins out
the demon emerges, tears my face apart
turns to the world, roars at the sky,
walks towards you. All those by
and around you are killed, turned to ash
as this demon demands you to burn and crash
You unleashed this, don't know why?
Can you bear the answer? I won't lie
But you can't stand the demon 'fore you
Shivering and trembling—you're weaker than I knew
Begging for mercy—hah! the demon killed me!
Look at my face—my face! you see?
Ripped into two, cleaved into half,
I wouldn't be surprised if there isn't enough
of you left when I drink your blood—
The demon's me—have you had enough?
No, not me—I grab your face and pierce
my nails into your weak flesh—eyes filled with tears
but you can't even scream, so potent your terror
Reap what you sow, love, and you played with my member—
me, my heart, what does it matter?
Unfortunately, it does as your face I tear
With one last roar I pull apart—you rear
and fall, fall and crash into ash
still alive, feeling the pain of your rash
decisions, your rash thought that you could
mess with me, handle the arrow of wood
that you thrust in, time and again.
Now I return pain for pain.
The deed is done, the pain is gone.
The demon walks to its fallen bones,
Anger dissolved, its rage had been shown.
My body the sheath, it slips in like a knife,
hides itself and awakens my life.
Sutures my face into what it had been
and hides and waits, unheard, unseen.
A/N: If I find the name of the fanfic, I'll put it up. Read and review!