Mood:
A collection of lines from Hellraiser movies made into a poem. Open for various interpretations.
Pain?
What you know as pain
Is a shadow.
Pain has a face;
Allow me to show it to you.
I... Am... Pain...
The beauty of suffering.
Down the dark decades
Of your pain,
This will seem like a memory
Of Heaven.
Demon to some.
Angel to others.
Unbearable, isn't it?
The suffering of strangers,
The agony of friends.
Human dreams...
Such fertile ground
For the seeds of torment.
We have no more surprises.
Such a limited imagination.
I am in
My own Hell,
And quite unreachable.
You can hear
Its faint echo right now.
There is a secret song
At the center of the world.
And its sound is like razors
Through flesh.
No tears, please.
It's a waste of good suffering.
This is my body,
This is my blood,
Happy are they
who come to my sabbat.
Amen.
Posted by Casey
at 7:12 PM EST