Horror Author
no friends in here
no friends around
all one can hear
is a stranger’s sound
new faces to meet
old faces are gone
new people to greet
old friends are lost
living in memory
and nothing else
friendship won’t last
if you don’t befriend yourself
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
the master of time condemns you
your thoughts are no longer your own
you passed the test of your father
but failed the rest and are alone
your chest is swollen and punctured
the pain captivates you once more
your body aches without working
your heart is blackened to the core
no thoughts can deceive your conscience
it’s sharp as a sword in the fire
the object is crafted for war
your mind’s attractive desire
in the eyes of the purest soul
your intentions seem good natured
the stupid old fool will learn soon
he cannot trust his good neighbor
through the lives of the tortured souls
a lesson is learned by the mad
if ever should life turn nasty
make others around you feel sad
ask not what’s wrong with the crazy
ask not what they are doing here
ask yourself maybe they’re normal
and i’m the one who should be feared
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
do not worry darling
i will not take your virtue
i must do an examination
much can be learned from you
first we must give you tests
to see if you are even immune
once that is over
we will move to the operating room
do not try to struggle
it’s impossible for you to move
it’s a very simple procedure
to see if the arm will grow on you
it’s painful for you right now
but the morphine will be kicking in soon
Oops, i forgot to mention
we didn’t give any to you
death is coming shortly
but this could be one big Ruse
we’ll keep you alive until
through this torture, you are consumed
your greatest hope now is
will someone come to the rescue
why are we doing this again
Oh yeah, just for something to do
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 