I Cannot Face The Light (standard:horror, 884 words)
Author: G.H. Hadden	Added: Jan 25 2008	Views/Reads: 3130/2118	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I hunt for food and not for pride. A fate far worst than suicide. I am the predator that walks the night. Never again to face the light! (A poetic tale of the macabre.)

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sick, torn up inside, I run away and try to hide. 

But where can I run?  Where can I go?  I feel this need to cleanse my
soul.  I let my conscience be my guide.  I see the church and step 
inside. I kneel at the altar and I pray.   But in my heart I know 
there's just one way.  I must leave this world, for I've outlived my 
stay. 

So I must stay here and pray tonight: For tomorrow I face the morning
light. To end this curse and free my soul. To give back what the demon 
stole. With whatever time that I have left, I pray forgiveness for my 
theft. Sorrow fills the tears I cry, For all the ones who had to die. 

The morning sky bleeds crimson red, sunlight dawns and night is dead. 
The tower bells will toll for me a cheerful chiming eulogy. 

And if my eyes do not deceive: God's newest angel beckons me.  She comes
fourth to take my hand, to lead me to the Promised Land.  My body 
quakes, and shakes with fear.  A frightened boy, I wipe my tears.  She 
smiles and tells me "It's alright."  Her voice is calm and pure as 
white.  "Your nightmare's end is now in sight.  Follow me into the 
light." 

Fire frees my soul from its earthly shell.  The demon is cast back to
the depths of hell.  Purified, we paid the price.  Now no more pain or 
sacrifice. 

Eternal youth, we've conquered vice, to dwell together in Paradise. 

THE END copyright 2008 G.H. Hadden 


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