Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-36393004-20181020203434

Note: Another old poem that I wanted to get the Wiki's take on.

The sun sets again,

my shadow my only friend.

Memories of what had once been,

flooding inside of me again.

Curled up on the floor,

my body writhing even more.

A demon within fights to be free

from the fragile shell that is me.

Flesh turns to fire in an instant

when you’re left with only pain.

Rage, a wish of power it can grant.

If you are ready to leave a blood stain.

Lose your humanity to the beast

and cut through this world of apathy.

Forget love, peace, and honesty

because it’s time to set it free.

The moon casts an eerie glow,

a voice telling me things I know.

It points me in the direction to go.

That voice deep in the back of my mind,

reminding me it is killing time.

The line between good and evil hard to find

without a conscience to tell what’s a crime.

Anxiety creates ripples in your mind

taking all sense of place and time.

Flesh turns to fire in an instant

when you’re left with only pain.

Rage, a wish of power it can grant.

If you are ready to leave a blood stain.

Lose your humanity to the beast

and cut through this world of apathy.

Forget love, peace, and honesty

because it’s time to set it free.

The sun rises on a battered man,

on his knees and too weak to stand.

He wakes to a day of tears again,

right where it all began.

Dead but somehow breathing,

hanging on to life by a thin string.

Cursed to suffer this awful sting

until once again he becomes that thing. 