domingo, 1 de maio de 2011

Poem5: Corrupted 2 (A Journey In Hell)

Lifeless body lays on the floor
Gun on his hand, Brains on the wall
The voices he heard are no more
There is no guild or pain to recall

He raised from the ground
And suddenly opened his eyes
He kept looking around
He realized, that he wasn’t in paradise

He stopped; ‘’what will I do?’’
He looked ahead there was nothing
No doors or holes to go trough
So he took a step and started falling

Suddenly he was in a room
With a sword in his hand
‘’The fire needs flesh to consume’’
‘’You will fight for your soul my friend’’

Who ever said that was right
Two monsters appeared
It was time to fight
Or let the devil steer

They jumped on him
He sliced a head
But the devil was grim
Two raised were one was dead

Slicing his way
Trough that blood fest
Injured and grey
He was a bloody mess

The demons couldn’t get the job done
From hope and anger he was made
But the devil just for fun
Striped him from his blade

I was being eaten alive
But he yield to the dark lord
‘’Give me a change to survive’’
‘’Return the unholy sword’’

His request was in vain
To the bone he was consumed
He had to handle the pain
Knowing that he was doomed

He woke up again
Trapped in chains
He wasn’t a man
He was remains

All he could see was smoke
He thought he was alone
But then the devil spoke
‘’Son, welcome home’’

‘’I’m so glad you followed my steps’’
‘’You became a killer and a sick man’’
‘’So now it’s time to face the facts’’
‘’You’re trapped to suffer, understand?’’

‘’Please my dark lord’’
‘’Let go back to earth’’
‘’My soul is already stored’’
‘’But there I could be a free bird’’

‘’Ah! You should do stand up’’
‘’You killed yourself mate’’
‘’No wonder you’re stuck’’
‘’This is your destiny and your fate!’’

‘’Please my only prince’’
‘’I’ll do anything for you’’
‘’I know what this means’’
‘’I’ll kill if I have to’’

‘’You’re the first man to make me grin’’
‘’Ok, I’ll let you go back if you do my will’’
‘’Find the evil you have resting within’’
‘’Now go my son and kill, kill, KILL!’’

He woke up screaming in his bed
Thinking that he just lived a lie
‘’It was all a nightmare I had’’
Then he couldn’t cry

He felt no joy
He felt no sadness
He was a soulless toy
Who lived in madness

He looked at his reflection
And stood there in shock
He is human with no expression
He had the feelings of a rock

By: Pedro Lavouras

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