Fists pounded on the door of peril,
Demanding entrance to a world of foreign precariousness.
Ignorant avidity paved the way to disclosure,
Demolishing a wall of protection,
The aegis meant not for the enclosed individual,
But for those dancing unwittingly on the periphery.
The monster within,
Unleashed.
Usurping ingenuousness with nefarious inexorability,
Abating hope with implacable ascendancy.
Deadened eyes hemorrhaged with the demon's interior,
Drowning the onslought of curiosity in the blood of
Contaminated beauty.
Screams errupted with the fulgent flames of
Hatred and resentment.
The impeccant subverted by the ignition of
Perpetual destruction and ineluctibility.
Hell pulsed with assured victory
As the corpses of the discomfited lay silently
Below.
Was it worth it?
Was it worth the abandonment of all caution
Merely to satisfy selfish cravings?
Was it worth it to prod the gates of Hell,
To unleash the power of eternal damnation,
To uncover a pit of prodigious pain?
Best let lie what feeble minds cannot handle.
Best endure that which you cannot fathom,
For look at the destruction unleashed upon sanity
At such a divulgence.
The world cannot handle you,
Hell, you cannot handle you.
This is why it's best to lie quietly
Within the depths of your own mind.
This is why all doors should remain closed:
Safety in inquiry doesn't exist.
Really good! I enjoyed it, especially the last few stanzas. I don't really have any suggestions. You had to make me think, so good job! Loved it!
