Creature Series
Welcome to “Creature Series”, these are a series of poems that I had written over time, and noticed that they had something in common. A mysterious creature thus why I have decided to name it like that. I wouldn’t mind explaining what they are about, and that would be spoiling it now, wouldn't it? Who wants that~
Questions
Hey, can you hear it ?
Can you hear my inner loud cry ?
Can you feel it ?
Can you feel my awfully strong pain ?
Can you see them ?
Can you see the knives I’m being stabbed with?
Quitting
I want to quit. The more I continue , the more I get hurt .
I want to quit .
Im sick and tired … I hate pretending.
I need to be there.
There.
There where I can be me .
I need to get rid.
Cage.
Shattered glass.
Stone.
Water.
Blood.
Darkness.
Isn’t it enough already?
Badly hurt
“Yet again …
The sadness pierced me..
Yet again…
The creature mocked me
I spy with my little eye
I spy with my little eye ….
The soul of a demon,
The body of an unwanted creature
Its heart full of hatred and pain
Wrapped in chains and thorns
Sight has become fear
I tremble , It looks
I move , It clings
Thinking ,
I should already just ,
Die
The hand
This monstrous hand is crawling to my neck again
"Someone.. Please help me..Make it stop” I thought,
as an ear - piercing cry gave me a visit in my head,
slowly feeling my tears drip down my cheeks,
this hand makes its way into my mouth pulling both my ends widely apart.
“Help me…” Nobody did.
This monster slowly making its way down my throat as my eyes are shut.
I feel it.. how it becomes harder to breathe each moment it travels up into my head.
I felt it’s dirty fingers touch the back of my eyes, finally, reaching for their goodbye.
My eyes made their bloody way through flying out of my face,
only trace left was the blood and their murderer who was soon to be gone,
fingers covered in my dark blood.
Am I still alive? Why is it so dark in here..
The hand returned to its grotesque route down into my body, planning to rip my heart out.
It placed its fingers around it, feeling my hearts’ every beat which could be the last one ever,
I wanted to cry but can I ?
This creature inside me, it’s finally ready…
It squeezed my heart and pulled it from anyway it can, pulled it out of my chest.
Is this happening to my body? Covered in blood..
Maybe now I’ll die in peace…
Good bye….
Teach me how to be a survivor
Teach me how to be a survivor of this battle, that has been going on in my soul for so long now.
“Im fine” is what i say, “im fine” is what i seem to be…but am i really?
This monster is digging a hole in my lungs amd heart.
Its digging in…Send help.
No, nevermind, i dont deserve it.I need you. No. Stay away. I will hurt you…
Teach me how to be a survivor..
Why
Why..
You’re all looking at me this way..
Why, whats wrong?
Creatures of the dark, please bring me up again.
No more do I want to stay in this chair, chained up, who is this, who dropped me here?
Help me…
Why..
Are you requesting me to kill the world or kill myself?
No more do I know whos this person, I, am just hollow.
This is just an empty body, brainless, powerless, who is this ?
“My” eyes are on the floor, “my” brain is in an acid bowl..
Who’s speaking?
Who’s this?
Let me go
I don’t know
Who am I, what am I.
This emotionless body or shall it be the world, meeting it’s death.
Game
Let me have fun" said the anonymous black figure as he placed her on the sacrificing table. She was not like the others, wasn’t fleshy like his other toys, she wasn’t pretty either. Instead, she was gorgeously grotesque, rotten and broken. She’d be an extraordinary melodic instrument, with her bones slowly breaking and cracking. This pleased the monster, she was the one for him. Taking a moment to whisper his last words, he began. A hammer in his hand directed to her rib cage and crushed it, smashed it to dust.. transferring his emotional fuel where love and hate had linked arms for a dance to this disgusting sound in order to cancel her out. He was crying. He was never satisfied and continued.. at last when he finished drilling through her skull, hammering her rib cage and feeding the rest to the mystery in the cages. Lusty eyes observed the remains as the bloody dawn transitioned into dark void, savouring the bits and pieces. ‘Still unsatisfied’
