The … never lies

The … never lies

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His First Appearance

Horrid screams bellow through the room,

As if doom had decided to gloom over to soon.

Scaring what little hope remained into a shallow corner,

His mental state frail edged to its final border.

His heart pounded as if trying to escape his chest,

Yet the screams sounded as if he wore them as a crest.

As if the sheer hatred embodied by the treble,

Was victory an achievement unknown to any level.

Disfigured, scarred beyond any recognition,

His presence took horrid to a new definition.

His adrenaline pumping to such an extent,

It burned through his veins as they felt bent.

Unnatural teeth sawed for maximum grip,

His eyes now flawed … his sanity slipped.

Unable to swing his arms as they were bound,

Unable to see stars as if placed in a cloud.

He sat on an open field grass surrounded his being,

His screams would not yield as did what he was seeing.

Wind caressed his rough skin he did not feel a thing,

Not the beams of the moon or hear the trees sing.

He obsession was complete his fury was heat,

Unable to look away unable to speak.

Only screams would glide past his charred lips,

His hair gone replaced with antenna like tips

Tubes in his neck ran through his back,

Vaporized his blood to steam as the sky took it back

See what he sees

He had not seen his own reflection,

For a period so long it stated intention.

He did not want to see what he had become,

Of his own free will unable to run.

They wanted the perfect soldier he was their shot,

Incapable of remorse and blood lust he now got.

Held him in a cell, tortured and mentally weakened,

Fed raw meat a single ray of light his only beacon.

To the outside to humans to beasts and to death,

He had forsaken all hope, wishing each was his last breath.

That was what they wanted that’s what they needed,

No sacrifice big enough to warning was heeded.

After 2 years of experiments he was finally ready,

Let outside to see if their beast was steady.

Let alone no hands, just his teeth and wit,

A candle was placed and also lit.

A mirror stood behind it, as he looked, it stared back,

His eyes closed one line came to him as all was black.

You should have never had signed that contract

Mirror

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