Sorrow erupts from it's hidden tomb.
As I sit here bleeding, alone in my room.
The pain swells and the rage erupts, tearing my skin, and ripping my shirt.
Its cold black claws clench into me, my only thoughts "God what is this hurt."
It's the demons that have quelled and awakened in me.
The pain blinding me completely so I can't see.
They tear out my eyes and rip off my ears.
Scarring me badly so I can't hear.
They sew my lips together to bind my mouth shut with a hitch.
Now they leave me, alone, to lie forever in this ditch.
I guess that such things as sinful angels are real.
Because the tomb of my grave is emblazoned by his seal.
This is really well creepy. In a good way. It for me was like getting to a very scary scene in a horror movie. The flow was a bit off in the beginning but you got it back so that was good. nice job!
Wow, this poem had very interesting word choice. Again, the darkness and the deep emotions in this poem were awesome. The imagery was just as great as your other poem, and the rhyming was just as great as well. I don't really like how you write in more of a big long paragraph, but if that's your style.. I stay stick with it. There's really nothing wrong with it.. XD