Turning In The Pit
A dark poem for Halloween
How well did you choose to live
and did you think it all thru
Did you become the kind that'll give
or did you let life taint you
To possess the greater strength of a man
and be a righteous one
Or succumb to a darker plan
and then the darkness won
There's a place for you
if you fail to find redemption before it's too late
Others will be there too
because many will face that same fate
Stretched across the fires of the pit
surviving at their vile whim
To beg for help as your flesh is ripped
like some mulling little quim
Off the rack, you'll come
a changed man you are
Ready to have some fun
again you'll take it too far
Slicing off parts of those dammed and unlucky
taking a little piece of flesh here and there
A monster you've become, like a doll named Chucky
the fires already having burned off your hair
Roaming free again, you'll find no friends
a hunt for your next victim will be
Released from the pit to bring dammed souls to their ends
your soul no longer belongs to thee
Slicing off flesh like a butcher does meat
tossing it aside like unwanted trash
Sticking in blades, blood rushing to their feet
dropping their corpses brazen and brash
You fit in, in the darkness
around those people, you blend
So many lives a harsh mess
you can see their coming end
Escaping the bars
avoiding the price
your life as a demon
it's been not so nice
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
I have always enjoyed writing and exploring new ideas, new beliefs, and the dreams that rattle around inside my head. I have enjoyed the current state of science, human progress, fantasy and existence and write about them when I can.
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