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    dots Submission Name: "Pregnant With Madness"dots

    Author: ShadowParadox
    Elite Ratio:    2.73 - 25/68/35
    Words: 354
    Class/Type: Poetry/Dark
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       An old piece when I was in deep darkness. I will try not to dig up too much of my dark past. Hope you enjoyed otherwise.

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    dots"Pregnant With Madness"dots


    The wounds are bigger now

    Blood turning into ink

    Dripping onto a blank page

    I sit crying


    Darkness stitches herself to me

    Her sickness contagious

    Blinding me from the light

    And yet I see a glimmer . . .


    Demons climb into my hair

    Clawing at my clavicles

    Snatching every bit of sanity

    Tearing me apart


    They stole my pens

    Ripped my notebooks

    Screamed and cursed at me

    Told me I was hopeless


    But somehow I am able to laugh

    Though I write these words

    With my ink blood

    Dripping from its wounds


    Staggering in pain

    Yet satisfied, complete

    My soul; untouched

    Unbroken, but hurting still


    The remains of my mind

    Forming into poisonous butterflies

    Flying off into a psychedelic world

    . . . the one I created


    Unsettled; though peaceful

    This thing moves in me . . .


    Impregnated by Anger

    Pregnant with madness

    Shall I abort this abomination?

    Or let it live?


    Shall I conceive to deceive?

    How . . . how can I birth a monster

    Who is the root of insanity?


    But I did birth Madness

    Didn’t I . . .?


    Or maybe I had a miscarriage

    And now here lies Madness

    Dead in between the lines

    Of this poem


    Can you guess?

    But wait . . .

    Maybe you already know


    Maybe you can even hear

    My ink blood dripping its lullaby

    On the edge of your mind

    Maybe you are the one who is mad and not I


    Maybe . . .


    Although Madness could be alive now

    Her essence

    Flowing thru my veins

    Writing this poem

    For you


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      The madness without*
    | Posted on 2015-07-14 00:00:00 | by Damien Vladimir | [ Reply to This ]
      Kigdom of thy hollow souls..you are welcomed here..both you and the ad Ness without. Come from within.
    | Posted on 2015-07-14 00:00:00 | by Damien Vladimir | [ Reply to This ]
      no mistakes
    | Posted on 2015-04-15 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
      I think to have a flow or period where writing is all you can do and it takes over your thoughts is a kind of madness, and perhaps writing is a cure. Oh, I long to be mad as I once was, when each indelible emotion dripped in ink--or cyber ink anyway--and there was relief until the next point of madness; then the pauses between is where the madness seemed.
    | Posted on 2015-03-12 00:00:00 | by jaycee | [ Reply to This ]
      Quite personally I'm mad that I'm mad……..I wanna be good so bad!!!
    | Posted on 2015-03-11 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]

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