Bane, Bane Theodore Bane, why are you creeping towards this chasm of vague?
I can feel the yearn of release that you so desperately crave.
Do not; do not jump down this hole of pain!
Teetering, tottering, peering over the edge of the ledge as you pledge your allegiance to the unholy sin you commit, just to feel like you are in control.
After all the nightmares that you have let unfold
And you know that once you contact the pavement that you will not have that enslavement you crave.
Your dying deeds will bring you hate and suffering
When you contact the ground you will be uttering
The words that the girls you'd slain screamed, tumbling from your lips
As the blood from your soul which is cracked and seeping drips
Your story untold unzips
In this alley where you depart from corrupted sin
You become remorseful for all the lives that you have forsaken.
Becoming corrupted and yearning for more life to be taken
By you
You, with your thirst of power
You, asking for another lick of the forbidden salt in your final hour
You, with the pleasure of inflicting pain
You, drinking in the blood of the slain
You will NEVER be released
Masochistic tendencies never cease
It will only accelerate your payment when you fall into the dark memories of your youth.
The pain of your younger years makes even I, your subconscious fear.
That maybe there is only a monster inside of you, of me....
Perhaps the ledge is where we should be.
It could be our salvation, our freedom.
You from life
And me from your evil.
So here we are at the end of our reign, the ledge has its name now, and it's called Theodore Bane.
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Theo Bane
HorrorThis is one of 2 poems that I had written during my time away from the site. I hoped to start a series based off of these poems but I'll see the feed back on this and then decide.
