Battles

Forever

                       Never to be, always in sight but never in reach

Lost

               So beautiful, pure, untouchable, beyond my being

In this maze…

           A mixture of my inner darkness and the sleeping hero

 

For we battle constantly,

The dark rising as an over flowing well.

What weapon do I have against myself?

Ourselves.

For with out one the other surly wouldn’t exist.

 

Twists and curves

                       Separation gone

Struggling, fighting

                       Swallowed entirely by this monster

 

Blood lust.

An insatiable desire for blood,

To hurt

For revenge

To destroy

With no mercy

 

Nothing left inside to stop my demons

         Heartless

   Raging inside my head, moving my hands

         Soulless

      Locked away only to watch their acts

         Powerless

Slowly they weary and rest,

I pick up the shards of soul.

Carry on, and carry on.

One day to touch the light…

 

Author's Note

I tried to play around with the visual effects of placement, what do you think?

Reviews

[frnd]

I really like how you moved the lines around. It has much more of an effect, if I am reading it right. When the words are on their seperate line and indented in or back it gives them more importance; it also made me put a pause in when I read that part. Are the first, third, and fifth line supposed to form their own sentence? Forever lost in this maze?

[Your Victim]

I enjoyed the configuration in this piece. You managed to deliver an extreme emotional connection through the variations you applied. The single word lines added a special emphasis and power to your work, too. I think that humans naturally connect to unique things in whatever they view, and the isolated words added a certain depth and connection. Beautiful.