Poems for my Creative Writing Class...

This is what happens when you OD on NIN for an entire week.

By the way, Trent Reznor. Yeah. Just do me.

Shadow-Kissed

A shadow lives inside of me, within my deepest core.

It chills my blood to shards of ice that I cannot ignore.

It speaks to me in whispers that precede a dying scream.

It splits me into two and then leaves nothing in between.

My mother tried to drown me once when I was barely one.

I guess she did it since she knew what I’d one day become.

I think I miss her terribly, but I cannot be sure;

The shadow got her in the end and now it’s wanting more.

My eyes are frozen crystals from behind the veil of grey.

I lock myself inside my skull and try to hide away.

The world would be a kinder place if I did not exist,

For I am weak, and I will hurt, and I am shadow-kissed.

Angel Wings

The angel swims into his mind amidst a pool of light

Her innocence enthrals me; oh yes, I will feed tonight.

She promises to fix his heart and purify his soul

But she does not yet realise that I am in control.

I count the flickers of her fear and yearn to be released.

Her goodness is my enemy; her beauty is my feast.

He tries so hard to drown me out but he does not succeed,

For I’m too curious to know what colour angels bleed.

How easily won he is; I have him slashing at her wings.

Her terror is a tuneless song of silent sufferings.

He sags beneath the aching truth of what he has become.

How long would it take him to see that we’d always been one?

Bitten Apples

My hands belong to someone else for they cannot be mine.

I am a ruiner of good, a crusher of divine.

The roaring taunts of Coward! leave me gasping for my breath.

I pray for mercy; no one hears – so then I pray for death.

I’ve built a mighty city on the backs of all I’ve hurt:

Its walls are made of rotting flesh; its air is choked with dirt.

My throne is made of bitten apples from the world’s first sin,

And I am made of darkness, reflected from within.

The shadow is rejoicing and now I can finally see

The only way to stop this pain is to let it conquer me.

My knees disintegrate and to my rightful place I bend

The burden of my will is gone: this shadow’s now my friend.