Contest entry |
Alive in death in this empty tomb I live my life In misery and gloom. Dark and musty, stale with decay, this is the life I am living each day. Empty and wasted, I am but a shell. This is the dungeon within it, I dwell. Rotting away, before my own eyes Silently screaming, No one hears the cries. Alive in death, watching life pass me by, I am no longer a who, what, when or why. I am nothing now. Invisible to all. The pit of despair to me does call. In death I am silent, in my eyes a plea, I am looking for you, come and join me. I followed your travels. Know each and every turn. Stalking with diligence, As the hunger did burn. I have but one mission, before leaving this place: To erase who I am, vanish without trace. To do this I must make you disappear. I become you, and you'll live in fear. I will torture your mind, strip you of your "self". Put on your mask, and put me on the shelf. I become you, and you'll become me. Then alive in death we both shall be. Written for
Translation: Upon self reflection, the gang thug, the murder, the deviant, has realized they are not who they once envisioned, perhaps as a child, thus, they set out to remake themselves. This is a conversation or thought from one self to another. |