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Chained to these...pits of hell.
                      A lost love. Death where I fell.
I scream my anguish; I scream my claim.
                      Claws in my eyes; knives to maim.


Leave them alone; let them be.
                      My children they saw...they saw me bleed.
I laid there dead; my eyes left open.
                      Now headless children; my heart has broken.


My soul ripped from...my lifeless corpse.
                      Toxic fumes; a downward course.
Maniacal laughter; these twisted demons.
                      A staked soul; bloodthirsty daemons.


Carelessly dragged...to a motherless pit
                      where others have screamed; where limbs are split.
Bloodied protrusions...are the walls.
                      Ankle-deep gore; my screeching calls.


Chained to these...pits of hell.
                      A lost love. Death where I fell.
I scream my anguish; I scream my claim.
                      Claws in my eyes; knives to maim.
©2008-2009 =Mattiello
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This is for a horror contest.

A little detail: The first and last stanzas are the same to show the reader a "circle" of experience. it shows that every time he can't take anymore pain, the he relives his death, sees his children die again, and goes back to hell to relive his torture again.

Every "dot dot dot", semi-colon, and period are meant to be a pause. because that is how it should be read, to show the reader how much pain he is going through, thus causing his broken and simple sentences.

I think that that is all for now. I hope you all enjoy. Let me know what you think!
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Wow, powerful and freaky O.o!
Nicely done.

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Oh wow.
Gorey and quite painful. :*
wow. that made me grimace.

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This is where our paths must split,
For I haven't yet the wings to fly with you.
I can only hope for a day, once my wings I have received,
When the winds will cause our paths to cross once more.
HOOOOLY CRAP. Creepy in the classic sense, with many undetones of Lovecraft. The painting enhances the experience.

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Nice poem! It's pretty chilling I must admit.
Thanx for submitting this^^ I really appreciate it =D

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This is so gonna win the horror contest! haha. Very good job man! It's quite powerful, and the rhyming scheme is flawless. I love it! :+favlove:

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