Wake Up

I awoke in the most revolting place I had ever been
I looked around and I was surrounded by what had seemed to be a hundred dead men
I said then to myself “I must have been sent here to avenge them”
So now I alone must contend against these evil henchman
Who one by one came charging off of the bench
I drew my sword and began to behead them and when I was done
I heard my mom screaming telling me to wake up
Because I fell out of bed again

Abigail Darden

Embark upon the nights that darken
And hear the tale of Abigail Darden
An evil witch with four arms
And a heart formed from earth
And at birth it did harden
Sinful souls buried inside of her garden
And no one who grows from her dirt will be pardoned

My mind is morbid
Horrible words are imported into my brain stem
What translates onto paper becomes distorted
When will this pain end?
Somebody pull out my eyes when I'm dead
And place them in a sane mans head

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I Went To Hell

Somewhere along the way
To the depths of the dirt
And the crumbling of clay
My soul became so full of hopeless dismay
As I lied in the darkness of my dungeoness grave

The ground began falling and tapping the top
The seems they were splitting and cracking the box
In blackness I’m trapped now my body shall rot
I’ve journeyed through thee earth
Or is this hell, because it’s hot

An explosion removed the once slab with a pop
And shot through the air now I’ve stopped!

Outside of my coffin I heard noises disturbing
Unnervingly words from my mouth began blurting
Excuse me was cordially strewn as the first thing
Then followed out loud I was burstfully cursing
At eyes from the wide shifting shadows those lurking
Slowly yet hurdling forward emerging
Converging around me as if they were circling
Conversing with language which sounded of gurgling

As quickly as I could arise rose a clatter
Of misfits whose fangs were as sharp those of daggers
No begging of such would excuse the disaster
Which I felt ensuing from that point and after

I stepped out of my coffin so cautiously standing
Nauseous my vomit spilled violently landing
Nine lantern lights burned while serpents turned candidly
And slithered on sand pebbles beneath my feet branding me

Shackled my ankles and wrist were restrained
Forcefully fists full of thick whips would maim
Shivering stabbing pains coursed through my veins
As sorcery so lacking remorse fell like rain

Now locked in a cellar so damp and oh dreary
Sadness now void all dried up there's no tearing
Lawless and low lying laughter grows nearing
Closer to fearing but so distant the clearing

Cracklings of crumbling ember glowed gleaming
Grumbling gremlins mumbled humbling words streaming
Suddenly from under those fumbling feelings
My flesh parted from bone matter and quickly began peeling

So this am I a shell of man
Condemned to dwell in hell I am!

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I the writer

I stand as guardian to this barren land
Prepared to do battle if confronted I am
Farthest from fear I embrace death with a bow
And shake with a burst the streaming sweat from my brow
Lie rested I shall in my coffin with ease
With my sword in my hand
None more trustworthy as thee
For I scribe but words as they fall upon slate
Be it paper or cotton
Be it morning or late
Me adorn I am great for these words never falter
I shall spill ink as my blood as I meet fate at the alter