Creative writing

Behold I have witnessed a thousand deaths Held the hands of those so physically tormented by pain nothing could help Crying, screaming, begging for life to end  The disappointment, the shame, the anger, the confessions before death The blade cuts deep into the flesh A heart torn is a heart unprepared Filthy hands touching what does not belong to you Fingers at their feet they cry in desperation Lines crossed lines placed to warn Dared to enter fearing nothing you have no conscience So conscience I give to thee on your blood tides Hold each other close now for riders approach from afar You asked for hounds of hell they are being sent to you Sitting on things you do not own your hands now lay before you Bloodied and bruised I rise again to church we all go to pray For our sins will never be washed away

Waist deep in water now, its coming in so fast I can't swim and no one is here to help me, I am drowning Turned a new leaf and I can't go on, this is too high for me to climb The smoke laying heavily around me, I hear the ringing in my ears Deafness coming into my world, I am old and dying now Hurdles I no longer can climb, I am sickened today Disease has grasp my body, I feel so ill now No one ever tells you when your little, old age really sucks for some I have died before, so dying is comfortable today Laying in the blood of battle, the hounds of hell arrive Given over to the devils sacrifice I am his only child The marks of heaven dropped off long ago And wings I shed for fear they would find out about me So now I lay here naked and afraid, will you hold me?

The wax dripped onto his skin and he felt nothing The knife cut into his flash and he felt nothing The punch landed squarely on his jaw and he spit blood out and felt nothing The kick landed to his knee and he felt nothing The slap was hard enough to be heard he felt nothing The burn from the flame melted his skin he felt nothing She told him she was leaving he felt everything

They set the plan in stone Direction given from their landlord, the lord of lands Departing from the sane world into the dark abyss of evil No longer petty, now they have grown to become killers Evil lurked with in their souls long before this night Stealing from those who live around them Taunting them again and again by snooping through words written Taking what never belonged to them Now murderous plots have hatched The ocean awaits the corpses  Shall they win this battle of wills Grown up now from petty into murder Life in prison will be no picnic In this town they may never see a jail cell For hate filled so called friends rise to take the revenge Their just petty thieves he told me, just petty in what I asked?

He climbed the first hurdle a renewed excitement coursed through his veins He was closer than he'd ever been and the challenge made him feel alive He saw the next hurdle taller than its predecessor and not as aligned He lept forward his arms and legs forcing him over He rounded the next corner and this hurdle seemed taller than the last As he tumbled forward he caught himself twisting his ankle he ran on The crowd roared as they saw him dashing past the competition Two more to go he thought just two more to go The pain seared through his body his cock now erect from it all His face flashed with a fiery look no one had seen before He tucked his chin and as if fire were in his feet he ran The two men now neck and neck hurdle one down one last time to go He glanced to his right he saw him falling just by a nose behind He ran and ran he pulled up to the last hurdle his foot caught it once again He tumbled to the ground as his advisory passed him as he turn...

Hunting now has begun in the forest of life Shielded by none he carries a knife Naked and empty standing at the gates of hell Sneaking around seeking vengeance once and for all Bitten and stung so many times they grow weary of this game Calling names tossing arguments into the air She castrates him with her vile tones No one comes to rescue now unleashed the evil The unleashed shall live on Fear drives you asunder Coming back from the grave impossible no matter what grave your in Death now seems a comfort as the blood boils Chances are chances will be As you terrorized me so shall I you in your dreams Behold the evil you grew now falls upon you Maddness begins to grip your mind Fear takes hold and you live in paranoia The mind creates falseness to carry on Behold the son of man is the son of a bitch