Filler Poems: Nightmare Unending.

"Left to wander the night's Plutonian shore..."

Nightmare Unending.
Please stay with me? It gets very lonely here
In this desolate land; if you listen, you can hear
The screams of the lost, the bellows of the betrayed
Those who have reached their ultimate end of days
All wind up here, their souls ready to be judged
Alone I stood, and alone I trudged
With the surge of the dead and fallen life
No peace to be found - only melancholic strife
It's a frightening place, a playground for demons
We weep and we fear, our resolve now beaten.

I lived an ordinary life once, just like you
With family and friends, no reason to feel blue
Blossoming in the sky, the sun kept vigil at day
And at night, the stars did the same, never leading me astray
That is, until one day, one fateful afternoon
Car melds with body, my limbs all strewn
Across the road and in the minds of the innocent
Shattered and broken, torn were the citizens
For I was now gone, kept out evermore
Left to wander the night's Plutonian shore
With the lost and the damned, a demonstrative choir
Preaching their woes to all, even the bitter briars
That did nothing but claw and tear at those in reach
Out of sight, out of mind, I can only beseech
For the Fates to lift me out, out of this hell
All is not lost, but all is not well
I am dying inside, burning with a thousand hopes and dreams
I do not know what awaits; all is not what it seems.

Shadows flicker and writhe, a premonition of my fate
Flashes before my eyes, feeding a hunger I cannot sate
I yearn, I beg, I need to know what awaits
Whether I'll ever reach those golden, golden gates
Or fall into nothing, a shallow comfort in this world
Dark, lonesome days roll by, we struggle to make ourselves heard
Our voices lost in the thunder of the collective
No singular purpose, not even one objective
Except to escape this nightmare, by force or else
No escape from this hell, yet only Time will tell.

Time is contorted, hours twisted into years
From the fissures within, all our worst fears
Come slithering out, tormenting the weary
Consigned to nothing but a dreary
Existence, trapped in hell, just like me
Oh, how I yearn for joy, how I long to be free!
Free from this life, this excuse for living
I do hope my family remain ever forgiving
Of my long absence from home, a thorn in reality
I must return soon, lest I succumb to insanity
Trudging on, you and me can escape
This realm of the sullen and unending rage
Together as one, we can find salvation
Never falling back to eternal damnation.

Is it worth it, though? Perhaps life is not
As good as I thought, the cancerous rot
That dug deep into my flesh cannot be overcome
Maybe it's better in the Nether, where sensation grows numb.


Source of image: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Nevermore-429395040