The shadows pull me deep into their dark abyss. I try to scream for help but as I stare into its eyes I realize I don't want it. I don't want to let it go. I know I must, but it draws me in. With every breath it breathes it calls for me. The darkness screams for me to be one with it, but as it screams I hear another sound. I turn to see a bright light. Strange, I thought I heard it singing. No wait, I did! from the light was a melody more beautiful than anything I've ever heard. I can feel the light trying to pull me in. I hear it's music but that soft melody, isn't near as strong or as viscous, as the screaming, darkness, that for some reason enchanted me. I turn again to look into the light I can see everything I need. I can hear that soft sweet melody. As I listen I feel as if I should be drawn to it, as if I should want it. Still I turn back to the darkness, I hear the screams of those in anguish. I hear the low voice of the shadows. I am pulled deeper and deeper, not knowing that the light behind is slowly disappearing. As I'm drawn deeper into the darkness, I notice I can't barely hear the melody, I turn to look at the light, but it's gone from me, I turn vigorously to see what surrounds me but I can't see. All I can hear are the screams of the shadows. I beg, I scream, I cry, I shout. "Somebody save me!" but no one hears me and the shadows pull on me trying to take me deeper into the dark. As I struggle for my freedom I stop, everything was silent. I looked up I could see a glimmer of light. I could hear the melody again, and the screams of the shadows were deafened by the sound of it; although the darkness pulls on me, and surrounds me, I have hope because I can hear the songs of the angles.
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Vita et morte
Poetry" Vita et Morta" means Life and Death, and that's what my poems are about, our lives and our deaths. The Bible verses at the end of my poems are to show that there is hope and love in God and that we matter to him and since my poems don't offer tha...
