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The Gone Ones

Some people are missing something important.

By Jason MortonPublished about a month ago • 2 min read
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With out the restrictions

Let the fun begin

No fear of depictions

Every action can be a sin

Lost to the ether

Didn't have much use

It was a weight from which I needed a breather

Before enjoying this unfettered abuse

Left it at the place which I felt so dire

Traded it to the man in black

And to keep from being one to expire

You do his bidding, because there's no going back

Sure, there's an emptiness where something once was found

A growing darkness blooming from the seeds of such despair

But instead of a sad and whimpering little boy's sound

The screams of the dammed now fill the night air

Give up what was making a man so weak and frail

And found a new beginning filled with the sounds of their screams

With a soul in tact this would be such a painful tail

Now I am the monster that visits their dreams

A slow chase that's given with a glee in my burnt out meat suit

The sounds of their hearts beating when their thrown to the ground

Beaten and pounded into the ground their screams are but moot

There's a cure in my hand for those heart's that loudly pound

A brutalnenss that comes once you have set that pesky thing aside

Is a gleeful joy that's unleashed like a caged animal released

There's no where for you to run, and no place from the demon to hide

You should have run down a street instead of an alley, they're better policed

With slip of the tip as it buries itself inside your abdomen so warm

Your whimpers begin to change into soft cries and I can't help but smile

Watching the lifeforce leave your fleshy, human form

You filled a need, one that's been there a while

When the truth comes out

They'll remember

They heard you shout

Before I decided to dismember

And how can it be that such a thing happened here

What kind of monster would dare to do such savage things

Someone will tell them, but their too stupid to actually hear

It's someone carrying inside them, and empty space where a soul usually sings

No cage can confine in this world of souled creatures

No confines will ever stop the demons from their rise

You'll not notice the soulless as they have only human features

But there's something to watch for, those dark and empty eyes

Behind the dark orbs that you don't want to see

And emptiness in a once filled space

And some are cursed, or claim to be

Able to see the evil left in the souls place

They are the emptiest of creatures to walk the land

Nothing about them is worth saving, their forsaken

They're missing the thing needed, wound like a tight band

There's nothing good inside, best not by them you be taken

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Jason Morton

From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.

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    Written by Jason Morton