Emanon's Page

Arlene Montgomery

The funeral was grand,
More beautiful than most.
Alone where I stand,
I raise a small toast.
The first to fall,
Where many would follow.
The police would call,
And the town would wallow.
I knew she would die,
The moment I saw her.
The adrenalin high,
Made everything blur.
I showed her my house,
And all of it's lairs.
Ripped off her blouse,
And pushed down the stairs.
She dared not scream,
The stitches would tear.
Ripping each seem,
Lips no longer there.
Next were her nails,
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I didn't want to sleep that night,
They told me I was crazy.
I didn't like the walls so light,
They made my vision hazy.
The monsters whisper in my dreams,
To draw upon my walls.
They do not listen to my screams,
Ignoring all my calls.
I began to paint my stories,
With a lovely shade of red.
Growing fainter without worries,
No longer filled with dread.
The walls they weren't so empty now,
The padding stained forever.
I knew the doctors would wonder how,
But would not fit together.
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I stand behind the lines of fate,
A war beyond all wars.
My choices made a little too late,
Had closed all open doors.
The angels carry flaming swords,
The demons their deceit.
An exchange of secret words,
That they cannot repeat.
They battle for the human race,
To darkness or for light.
For those of us who have no place,
Within the stars at night.
And through the battle we will die,
Our numbers growing thin.
With each death we wonder why,
And which side's going to win.
They forgotten who the fi… Continue

I hear a soft whisper to my heart,
And know I am not alone.
I can feel my imaginary friend,
Tell me I'm not the only one.
I cannot see what she looks like,
I do not see her face.
I know only that she is with me,
Trapped inside this place.
She is my spirits other half,
I see her in my dreams.
The one I am to forever love,
My heart without seems.
She calls for me to find her,
Begs for me to see.
She wants for me to hold her,
She's crying out to me.
I do not know where first to look,
Nor when it wi… Continue

Shh... Listen,
Do you hear
Those silent wings fanning the moon.
Look... There,
Do you see
We must runaway soon.
She hungers,
She searches
For the mice that she preys.
She sees one,
And dives
For any mouse that stays.
They scatter,
To hide
From their silent fear.
Soft sound,
She flies
To the one who draws near.
The panic,
It screams
Squeals in utter surprise.
A perch,
She finds
And the little mouse cries.
"Hush now",
She says
With a soft scowl.
"Your death,
Brings life"
Whispers the owl.