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The Obsolete
Hidden from the naked eye
Creatures of darkness pass us by
We are isolated within these walls built with light
The beasts struggle to tear it down and fight
They will rip you apart and bite the flesh from your bone
They will prey on you when you are all alone
Give into them and they shall make you one of their own
Give into them and let this obscurity be your new home
They are the demons that you can not defeat
For they are the Obsolete
Give In
I liked very much the repetition of the line beginning: "Give in to them..." dark poetry to the obsolete rocks! - allets
Have you..
Been creeping around my house?
^_^
I've been wrestling with these demons ever since I can remember.
They followed me within this home.
Forever trapped inside waiting for me to walk through that door.
A hauntingly inspiring poem.
My favorite line:
"Give into them and they shall make you one of their own."
I know all about it.
The twisted entity within me.
My muse struggling to be free.
Great read!
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
Amused
Can muses have demons? A muse haunts like a demon. Are muses magical creatures that live between words in the spaces, slipping without notice or announcement into the fingers of poets and other emotionally ill entities? There is a wind striking the glass door as if something wants an invitation...I will answer soon and pull out the surrealist writing for comfort and as an offering...next to the muse (you are entitled to only one) a pen is the poet's best friend, the ink, blood for thought - inspired - allets