*****My Contributive Piece
For Halloween*****


Death was in the eve
Before
The night of Hallows
The hour is nearing
I fear and wait
Within a desperation
I wish upon no man
Who recites
His prayers at night.
The beast stirs within me
He's restless to escape
The incarceration
I hold him within,
Myself, I feel deminishing
I am weakening
regardless, I kneel
Each night
Before I lay to sleep
Praying and begging
To the Lord above
To help me
I do not wish to turn
To the alternative
I keep
In the draw, of my night table
There within it, I house
A weapon with six bullets
In its cylinder's chambers
saturated
With silver nitrate.

Please I beg of you
I recite
In my prayers
Don't allow the beast
To escape
His strenght is fed
By the silvery beams
Of the coming
Pale Blue Full Moon
I've locked myself
Within the fortress
I've chosen as my dwelling,
As I write this final note
The sun is setting on the west
Soon The Pale Blue Full Moon
Will appear by my window
Within full sight
Of the beast that's stirring
Inside this body
He the beast, calls his host.

My breathing is becoming laborious
The change, I am unable to stop
The beast is causing me
Severe pain
I hurt frome head to toe
I see my features distorting
Within the mirror before me
I reach for the weapon
That will stop the beast
from escaping
Not only from within
But departing
From this fortress
I've built
To prevent his escape.

I laid my head down
Upon my folded arms
As my hands searchs and feels
The cold steel
I grasp the handle
Place my distorting finger
Through the trigger guard
I held it tight.
To the lord, above
I pray for forgiveness,
To to my love
I know you'll understand
I looked up into the mirror
I see the red blood shot eyes
Of the beast
Protruding salivating fangs
Like those of hungry beast
No longer is the reflection
In the mirror, mine
But a beast from hell.

He's fighting me
As I placed
My .38 revolver
To my temple
I struggle to squeeze
The trigger
Bang!
I never heard the shot
From this
I will never wake up
I feel myself
Floating in warm fluids
Where the serene darkness
Is like a baby secured
In a womb
waiting to extract itself
Into reincarnation
Praying the beast, is left behind
In the hell, that spat him out.


By: William Bonilla
10/03/06