The Lord's Black Curtain
Have you ever seen the Black Curtain?
I have.
Just like the Lord’s Black Curtain,
mine is monstrous.
It obstructs my vision,
puts me to sleep,
and takes control of my body.
The Black Curtain is my demon.
He began possessing my body
over 6 years ago,
and I fear the day when I’ll fall asleep
and never awake again.
But this time I did.
When I woke,
I was surrounded
by metal, fire
and the bodies.
No matter how hard I try,
I can’t forget the sight them.
Some with bodies folded backwards,
Some had heads twisted too far to the side,
Others had blood running from
Their eyes, nose, and mouth.
And the tears fell from my face
Tears that were like drops of acid rain.
But in the end they meant nothing.
The only thing that matters
is how I failed to protect
them from my Black Curtain.
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