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The Nuns Of Lucifer

Updated on January 18, 2014

They were the Nuns of Lucifer

Looking down on me
With their scorching,
Red eyes

My back will forever
Bare the branded scars
Inflicted by
The studded, hot
Iron table
Where i was left,
Restrained
In steel shackles
For what was supposed 
To be
Eternity

My mind was lost,
Amongst the swirling
Grains of the wooden stakes
That the Nuns repetitively 
Impaled me with

Their candle sticks
Dripped a crimson
Blood wax
That they then used
To wash down 
The little bits of flesh
That were stuck
Between their teeth

Though they were beautiful,
I can't call them women
They were Horned,
Carnivores
Eating me alive

I didn't have the wind
To make myself scream
Just the thoughts 
Running madly 
How is it,
That I'm still alive?

All of the Delicate Demons
Looked alike
Except for one
Whom was missing an eye

She was the one 
That bent over
To glide her tongue 
Up my jawline
With her cold,
Forked,
Serpents tongue
...

Trapped on the table,
Under her single
Red eyed stare,
I gave her
An open mouthed kiss

Our tongues twisted together
And we both caught on fire

Our flesh melted to wax,
Just as that of the 
Crimson candles,

In silence,
We drip our wax 
On each other
In violence
We wind up
A timeless inferno

My sight 
Was drawn into
The empty socket
On her face
Where an eye 
Had once been

She finished the kiss
With a psychotic hiss
Before i could flinch
My whole body 
Got sucked in 

..Down
...Down
....Down

I fell
Into the damp depths 
Of a demonic 
Eye socket
Where i was 
Held tightly 
For a moment
Before being
Spat out again

I fell through the light
Landing on my head
I opened my eyes
To realize
That i was back in town
At the railroad tracks
With no shirt or pants
And fresh blood on my back

I sensed someone watching
So i looked down below,
There was a lone eyeball
In the mud by the fence 
Hiding in my shadow

I knelt down 
And picked up the eye,
Cradling it in my hand

I looked to the sun
Wondering, 
How long it had been?


  



 

 

 

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      The name of the poem got my attention. Wow, very disturbing stuff, but a gripping read. I don't know how to rate it in the voting system, but I am voting it up. Well done.

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      Ryem 3 years ago from Maryland

      This poem is amazing, it's creepy, and it pulled me in completely!

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      Skyler DeCristoforo 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Jodah, i went back wrote in one of my old styles. Art that reflects a different part of society. None the less, i appreciate you stopping by

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      Skyler DeCristoforo 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Ryem, thanks for the compliments and i hope you enjoyed it!

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      Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

      Oh yes certainly had the desired effect.

      Voted up for sure and looking forward to many more.

      Eddy.

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      Skyler DeCristoforo 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thanks Eddy! I really love writing like this I'm happy you liked it!

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