The night is quiet
except for:
The sound of noise, being drowned in silence
The sound of inner darkness overwhelming electric lights
The sound of life, pumping, beating, heaving, spilling
She screams, a silent banshee
Her cry foretells a death
Hers. Her will, her hope, her strength.
She screams, abandoned puppet
Strings cut, legs broken, soul splintered.
Her Master desires her no more.
Where love was solid a crack shatters
Till her wooden frame
her glass eyes
her porcelain limbs
Her oh so oh so oh so white face
Tear streaked, blushing red
Lips parted in a permanent O
Breaks.
She screams, but not a soul listens.
She screams, and time ignores her.
She screams, till finally, even the screaming has left her.
Her agony spent, all that's left is death.
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Sleep, not-so-sweet slumber, bittersweet under the covers
Sleep, sweet child of mine
I'm here to make sure you never wake again.
A contest entry
- Emo and love. by aloneallalong.
335 points, ended April 1, 2008, 30 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest - Dark Poetry by ice wolf.
350 points, ended April 26, 2008, 18 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a pretty good poem. Keep penning and than you for entering. ^^
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Freaky
Even with a puppet you manage to convey a lot of emotion. Having the puppet figure broken and fractured is really an amazing piece of imagery. I really liked it.
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Powerful Images!
I don't even want to know what the inspiration was, real or imagined, but oh, so very well done!
Reminds me of a couple of abandoned doll stories, that became animated, that I read somewhere here in the past year of so.
Excellent writing!
Amicus...
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