© 24CasterXAngel1878, 2012
Feet aching, I run from the wall of smoke
Heart pounding, I don’t look back before I fall
The ground catches me, sweat covers me; I am soaked
No cry escapes my lips, the pain twists inside; a growing gall
My fingers claw at the dirt, my stomach burns; I am bleeding
Breathing hard, tears slide down; cold, descending
Choking sobs; there are thorns I rest upon
I am hopeless, dying; gone
Waking up, in the darkness, with such dim light
Sitting up, I feel a rhythmic throbbing in my head
Hearing voices from the shadows; a delusion, out of sight
I fall back down, my limbs are numb, barely move; as good as dead
I hear a voice, a name, a pair of eyes I see; there are people, Invalids
The Uncured, infected with disease they say, are rebels, fighters; intrepid
I glimpse the past, memories from the dead, undying; I mourn
I bury myself in ashes and snow – the past is dead; I am reborn
The fire is burning, I climb its massive walls; into Zombieland
Within, people are human clockworks, blank, ticking; brain-dead
Doing same routines, procedures, no emotions; boring, bland
More Cured, deliria-free; more hearts bled, more blood shed
The world becomes dysfunctional, the disease is spreading
Time runs out, it’s not too late for redemption; we are waiting
The uprising begins, screaming, chaos; a flooding mayhem
Cries of terror, panic, fear, raging; a wailing anthem
Hiding identities, they are everywhere; watching, underground
Living in murky tunnels, a sea of stench; increasing in number
We are everywhere, scattered, fighting silently; never found
Sooner or later, the world will be in a mental comatose; a fatal slumber
Devoid of feelings, like love and hatred; only shallow ones, never deep
Poisoned with reassuring lies, rotting; everyone is unaware, asleep
But we are awake, I am awake; our future, no longer you can bind
We will take back, the deliria will prevail; if you steal, we will rob you blind.
May 15, 2012 – Inspired by Pandemonium (The sequel to Delirium)
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A/N: Whoever is reading, thank you very much! This is kind of the part two of my poem Amor deliria nervosa, so I hope you liked it! :)
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