My Curse

by Paul Crabtree   Dec 28, 2006


My life has been ruined by a shrewd face of a vanishing ghost.
he takes everything, all around, the sound is nothing. But when i look someone else has been taken from me by this man.
All the world is twisting, yielding to me as i sneak to his abode. I hold a blade in my hand as i peak through his window. I see him there, hunched, his face dark as if the light could not penetrate the darkness he, himself created.
I sneak to the back of his house and open the mouldy rotting door to look within the demons lair.
The love onmes that i knew were hanging upon his walls. Like prizes from a sick, cannabilistic hunting game.
I walk through the corridors, looking for him. I turn and see a shining light coming out of a door that creaked open. He is staring at me from this light.
With a shallow menacing stare of a thousand woes sinking through his eyes, he grinned at me and asked me to enter. His words were wickedly formed with his jagged teeth cutting his forked toungue as he spoke. Blood dripped from his mouth as his eyes widened.
He walks into the room and i foolishly follow, unaware of the fate that was awaiting me.
He is standing there. Just watching me now. \"I know why your here\"
He snarls at me. through his eyes i see how my loved ones were tortured.
I lash out at him and stab his shoulder. He stumbles backward. But he still smiles \"What\"? he asks \"Afraid of what you may become? Am for the heart you weak minded fool\". he charges at me and slams me into the wall behind me. A nail pierces my side as he starts to feed on my blood.
I stab him again through the top of the head. But he stays there. Biting into my flesh. My fate is sealed. My last stab that i make pierces his heart.
A black hole starts to form inside his body. Sucking himself into it. But now that he has been destroyed i am now the image of him. For i did what i did. And my sins can never be repented. I can never get out again. I can never be loved. And now my curse is my fate. for god and all his angels have abandoned me, and now only the twisted mind of satan controls me.
And as i live for eternity in my torture and all the people i kill, i wait for someone to come after me. To release me from the wretched creature that i have become, so that they can take on my curse.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Miakoda

    Sad .....but good took me forever to read

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