Phantom Eyes

A poet with a lovable curiosity of an unexplored world as well, as the mind. Nothing compares to the joy of typing an emotion and forming it into something that can be adored.

The time has come.
The prophecy has been full filled.
The gates of heaven has been closed.
The gates of hell have opened.
The sky has shot blood red, hell
rules once again.
The chains have broken.
The devil has once again been set free,
to rule the world once again.
Hope and peace have been shattered like a piece of glass as the devil roars in relief to be free at last
fire burns in his eyes.
A thousand demons dance in his eyes,
clouds fill all the sky it rains blood.
The people looked paler than they have ever been.
The creatures that once hid now show themselves and they slaughter the humans grueling revenge.
You can smell the awful stench of the dead corpse and blood everywhere,
you can hear blood curdling screams.
Its almost enough to make you scream or cry a suicide cry.
You see the creatures growl with hatred when they slaughter the humans ripping into the body
some of them go insane with the taste of blood.
You can watch the despair or hide or run for your life
But no matter how far you go,
its the same path that lies in front of you
there is no way out of this cruel judgment that must come to past
you may cry and beg for forgiveness but that wont matter
you start to scream to scream when you notice you’re drenched in blood that once was yours
you drop to the floor crying and swearing and curling up into a ball shivering
still hearing the screams of death and hearing the creatures roar in satisfaction at the taste of human blood
now bare with me as the poem goes on for this is true
this will happen soon
I promise you that,
for time is catching up too fast
but this part is true you wont be able to save your life
Your crying and begging and praying wont do,
die you fool and save yourself from this cruel slaughter
for I am the wolf of doom.

cae9:

Yea I’m watching Digimon with my old toy Digivice, don’t judge because you’re jealous. (Taken with instagram)

sitting-thinking-about-life:

Here I am, waiting for something special to happen. Keeping my thoughts close to me, in hopes maybe one day you’ll steal them away.

sitting-thinking-about-life:

Here I am, waiting for something special to happen. Keeping my thoughts close to me, in hopes maybe one day you’ll steal them away.