Ｈｅａｒｔ， Ｓｏｕｌ， ａｎｄ Ｓｉｎ
Ｃｏｕｌｄ ｉｔ ｂｅ
ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｍｉｓｅｒｙ
ｐｅｒｈａｐｓ ｙｏｕ＇ｌｌ ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ
ｃｏｍｅ ｔｏ ｓｅｅ
Ｉ＇ｍ ｎｏｔ ｗｈｏ ｙｏｕ ｔｈｉｎｋ，
Ａｎｄ Ｉ＇ｍ ｎｏｔ ｗｈｏ ｙｏｕ ｗａｎｔ．
Ｉ ｌａｃｋ ｔｈａｔ ｔｈｉｎｇ
ｔｈａｔ ｔｈｅｙ ａｌｌ ｋｅｅｐ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ．
Ｗｈａｔ ｗａｓ ｉｔ ａｇａｉｎ？
Ｔｈａｔ ｓｅｃｒｅｔ ｗｉｔｈｉｎ．
Ｏｈ ｙａ， Ｉ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ
Ａ ｈｅａｒｔ， ｓｏｕｌ， ａｎｄ ｓｉｎ．
Ｉ ｌａｃｋ ａｌｌ ｏｆ ｔｈｏｓｅ
ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ Ｉ ｆｅｅｌ ｎａｕｇｈｔ，
Ａｎｄ ｙｏｕ＇ｌｌ ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ ｓｅｅ
ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｓｈａｔｔｅｒ ｙｏｕｒ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ．
Ｗｉｌｌ ｉｔ ｓｕｆｆｉｃｅ
ｔｏ ｓｈｏｗ ｙｏｕ ｍｙ ｗｉｌｌ？
Ｔｈａｔ ｈｏｒｒｉｂｌｅ ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒ
ｔｈａｔ ｌｉｖｅｓ ｊｕｓｔ ｔｏ ｋｉｌｌ？
Ｔｈａｔ ｂｅｉｎｇ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ ｍｅ
Ｗｈｏ＇ｌｌ ｌｉｃｋ ｏｆｆ ｔｈｅ ｂｌｏｏｄ
ｔｏ ｈｉｄｅ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｅｖｉｄｅｎｃｅ
ｂｅｎｅａｔｈ ｓｐａｒｋｌｉｎｇ ｍｕｄ－
Ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ ｓｈｅ ｅｘｉｓｔｓ
ａｓ ｗｅｌｌ ａｓ Ｉ ｄｏ
Ｓｉｎｃｅ ｙｏｕ ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ ｆｅｅｌ
ｔｈａｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｂｏｎｅｓ ｃｒａｃｋ
ｌｉｋｅ ｄｒｉｅｄ ｇｌｕｅ．
Ａｎｄ ｉｆ ｙｏｕ ｎｏｗ ｓｕｆｆｅｒ
ａｎｄ ｔｈｉｎｋ Ｉ＇ｌｌ ｒｅｐｅｎｔ，
ｒｅａｌｉｔｙ ｃｈｅｃｋ！
Ｉ ｆｅｅｌ ｎｏｎｅ ｔｏ ｖｅｎｔ．
Ｉ ｆｉｎｄ ｔｈｉｓ ａｌｌ ｊｏｙｏｕｓ
ｔｈｅ ｈｕｎｔ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｇａｍｅ，
ｔｏ ｓｅｅ ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ ｄｙｉｎｇ，
ｄｉｓｔｏｒｔｅｄ ａｎｄ ｌａｍｅ．
Ａｎｄ ｍａｙｂｅ ｂｙ ｔｅｌｌｉｎｇ ｙｏｕ
ａｌｌ ｔｈａｔ Ｉ ｓａｙ
Ｙｏｕ＇ｌｌ ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ ｒｅａｌｉｚｅ
Ｔｈａｔ ｙｏｕ ｓｈｏｕｌｄｎ＇ｔ ｓｔａｙ．
Ｙｏｕ＇ｌｌ ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ ｌｅａｖｅ ｍｅ
Ａｎｄ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｌｏｏｋ ｂａｃｋ．
Ｉｇｎｏｒｅ ｔｈｅ ｓｏｆｔ ｓｏｕｎｄｓ
ｙｏｕ ｈｅａｒ ｆｏｒ ａｌａｃｋ
ｔｈｅｙ ｍｅａｎ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ， ｒｅａｌｌｙ
Ｉｔ＇ｓ ａｌｌ ｂｕｔ ａ ｂｌｕｒ．
Ｎａｕｇｈｔ ｂｕｔ ｉｌｌｕｓｉｏｎｓ，
Ｓｏ ｐｌｅａｓｅ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｓｔｉｒ．
Ｎｅｖｅｒ ｒｅｔｕｒｎ
ａｎｄ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｇｉｖｅ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ
ｔｏ ｔｈａｔ ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒｏｕｓ ｂｅｉｎｇ
ｔｈａｔ ｋｉｌｌｅｄ ｙｏｕ
ａｎｄ ｓｏｕｇｈｔ．
posted by Penguin @ 8:55 AM
4 Thoughts
4 Comments:
whoa, this is so cool, but...disturbing. If it isn't the venitlation monster or the fungus monster or the tree root monster or the sharp, non-serrated blade monster, there's nothing to fear. just so you know...
So, I'm not gonna tell you what this is about, but I will say this: this poem is proof that I knew before you told me. :P
Well, yes, I had gathered that.
btw, if you like the whole monster/disturbingly creepy yet cool thing, i wrote some stuff like this about a year ago as well. you can check that out if you want.
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