Hostel

by Robert Spence   Sep 28, 2006


Shackles, a blind rage, a sharp fury, a dark cage,
A swarm of evil, a sense of damnation,
A damp and dreary hostel, wallpaper peeling.

Torment on a sickening scale, physical hell,
And a hand full of nails, a repulsive stream of dripping blood..
A shadow of a man sits back and looks on.

Another round in a masochists circle,
A diminished face thats bruised and is purple,
Pinned to a cross, a childs fixation,
A terrorist shadow, a live crucifixion.

(C) Robert Spence

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  • 17 years ago

    by gabbyblueskies

    Gave me chills down my spine, if you see my point. Impressive, really dark. Write more! XD

  • 17 years ago

    by Alex Beebe

    I like it a lot you're good at dark writings too. Keep it up...maybe someone will recognize you by your writings.

  • 17 years ago

    by Twisted Heart

    Very dark. One of my favorite kinds. The flow and words you used to convey the story well done and thought out.
    Good job and keep writing.

  • 17 years ago

    by Ana

    I really like this one.. I think it deseres a 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by RawrItsDollfacex

    Wow so scary, but i had to keep reading i just couldnt walk away

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