DEATH TO THE LIGHT

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JOURNAL # 41

sitting through such mindless violence

so wholly unpleasant it was

the pointless gore I was forced

to endure

around all manners of depravity 

my sensitive mind could not seem

to circumvent

and come up with any adequate reason

why one would wish to subject themselves

to this

where is the appeal I ask

in all the fear and the senseless

slaughter being displayed 

no dialog worth recalling 

managed to find itself revealed

upon the screen

just coagulating blood,

torture instruments and 

and dark for boding cages

entrapping terrified human beings

youthful minds I've discovered

tend to lean towards 

such empty fables like those with the

talons of horror attached

likely cause it mirrors back

into their own emptiness of self

so recognizably glaring

being made afraid makes one feel a bit

more alive I suppose

if memory serves me well

and 'Death To The Light'

momentarily for such said group

takes hold...................

(May 4, 2014 1004am)

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem came from my co worker last night forcing me to watch horror movies with her. One was called Hostel and the other was Saw VII. There was one before those two about death coming for several young people and wreaking havoc on their lives but I am forgetting its title.

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