(Written for a school essay assignment. Decided to troll my teacher and made it a poem instead.)
Meet the prudence of the circular clock, ticking away the hazard of my mental block. I rested myself on the sleeper's throne, executing nothing in the poor man's place alone.
The clock struck twelve midnight, as the thunders of the clock's bells lacerated my eardrums. Into the dreamer's twilight, my world was flooded with the mockingbird's hums.
I ventured forward into the chilling brazen storm, as I allowed patience to ensure my dreams were reformed. The depths of the hurricane spelled out impeding doom, but I barely faltered upon witnessing the dark blossom's bloom.
Such a malevolent dark blossom surrounded by rain, resisting me from gazing into the dreamer's brain. I dilated my pupils for reconnaissance of the place, and I fixated my eyesight onto a woman of grace.
My name and my pride is Shadow von Vegas, and my soul resonated with the woman in canvas. Shivering in the dark, her hair soon scintillated; riding along the wind, a world it reinvented.
The woman was my late mother, whom surrendered violently. She was murdered in the dreaded hands of insanity. She visited my dreams one time too many, and always reminded me of my life so merrily.
I marched through the storm with intent to meet, but she merely stood without the will to greet. Like a statue, she stared at the distant oblivion; her face missing the presence of a past destruction.
I slid my arms through the barriers of air, dreaming to make contact with her dark woven hair. But her humanoid shell disintegrated into dust, and what was left was the steel pavement's rust.
A tunnel of light has shone a path. Venturing in the deep unknown of laughs.
Frivolous thoughts has conquered my mind, as I was ensnared in a silver chain's bind. I struggled with fear as my mouth was smothered, while witnessing the dancing shadows of my mother.
As the evanescence of shadows was well too perceived, I realized the pain that infested was received. A force that I was oblivious of pummeled my face, as crimson blood droplets aimed to finish the race.
As freedom was obtained and a path was gained, I sprinted across the land that the rain has stained. Deleterious terrains annihilated my will, as the area was a dimension of glaciers to kill.
My legs were entangled by a myriad of fingers, as I shrieked with the shattering spirit of singers. Yet she knew that she didn't have a chance, as I delivered a blow which sent her into trance.
As her fingers gave in to my kick of brutality, I eschewed the hurricane of arrows so easily. Frostbite threatened to rid me of my soul, as I accelerated in pace into the land of holes.
My sleep didn't reach its demise as expected, as I began to ponder the issues I neglected. My mind was a labyrinth as I witnessed a scene, the murder of my mother Bella de Grene.
Like a mad bull, the culprit charged forward. As fast as lightning, the knife swiped towards. From a sane perspective, the slasher was psychotic; in words of malice, he was barely a lunatic.
As she kissed the pavement wearing a blanket of blood, my mind was like beasts escaping from flood. The nemesis fixated his sight onto my praying, "nothing is impossible" was just a mere saying.
She could never have survived the slash on her head, as my scar was found from my neck a thread. Sirens whistled through town too soft too loud, as I could only observe the darkness a shroud.
But my time was ticking and all hope was null; I was never awake, not a movement of my skull. As the teardrops of my loved evaporated so quickly, I could only sense my heartbeat dying so slowly.
As the scent of medicine infiltrated my senses, I could only write every sentence in past tenses. A coma I had endured forever until then, and this deep sleep shall end, until when?
I shall never rise from this coffin so deep; the only thing I know, is eternal sleep.
