Evil's old friend

I can see there is nothing you can't write. I decided go back in time and see if peoples poems have changed over the months. You changed but only content, you style is still original and well done

"Blinded by light
Tortured by pain.
The insanity inside
Contorts as it maims. "

This was a very good starting stanza to start off the poem.

"Twisting and turning
Trapped by the heat.
Scorching and coursing
Slashing its beat."

I like how the words in this stanza sound the same, it just flows perfectly from word to word. You did the same thing with the first stanza and that is very hard to do. Kudos for that.

"Like pulsating larva
with nowhere to go.
Its energy's swelling
Killing me so"

Clear imagery here, I can understand and relate to this as well. Some emotions are so strong that it can be like "pulsating larva" flowing through everything in yourself that it does kill you so.

"Evil's old friend
A featureless devil
Greedily devouring
my pain, my peril."

This is my favorite stanza so far, its simple but I like the fact that it is in this poem. It changes it and makes the poem have a whole new meaning.

"Swimming in light
A deafening sound.
Whizzing and whirring
Around and around."

I like the repetitiveness of your words here. Brings out a stronger emotion in this stanza.

"Fear lifts me up
Stealing my cries
Trapped by its stare
too late for goodbyes."

All I can say for this stanza is "WOW" it amazed me. Perfection at work.

"A charcoaled stench
dampens my skin.
Crawling its fingers
scrawny and thin.

Closer and closer
The background dims.
The tools of terror
Searching for sin."

Again such great imagery here, as I said this is one of the reasons I love your poetry, its very imaginative and creative.

"Hot white and dark
Mouth open and heaving.
enamel meets metal
Electrical screaming."

I can clearly see this, It was a good way to end this poem. In a way its a cliff hanger and leaves me wanting more. But yet it is finished. It was a great poem.

Fear lifts me up
Stealing my cries
Trapped by its stare
too late for goodbyes.
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I love this stanza ... it sends an electrifying spark up the center of my spine. Dark & eerie!

A charcoaled stench
dampens my skin.
Crawling its fingers
scrawny and thin.
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The imagery you portray in this one brings on the goose bumps ..... Amazing imagery!

A very amazing read .... you had my attention from start to finish and anticipation rose higher with each passing stanza.

You have penned a very dark, mysterious write here. Awesome job!

Welcome to P&Q ... I see from your profile you are quite new. I hope you enjoy the site.
Luanne

Great use of words i love dark poems keep writing

I like this poem.. :)