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Blood Turning Cold
written by Blackhawk02:31 AM 2/13/05Heart is throbbing.
Pulse is sprinting.
She is cheating.
I speak silent words and sing songs unheard Before.
My thoughts and feelings coming back to her.
Filled with umbrage and blood.
Such a lust for blood.
Such a thirst for satisfaction.
Pacing like recurrent suicide.
My hands grope, possessed with that of a demon.
The malice of a monster and the drive of a devil.
I dive into her, stabbing and pounding.
A knife, a sacrafice.
Her blood pooling and clotting.
Warm and laden with lust.
The lust that bought her to this.
She bought this all on herself.
Her blood is warm and thick.
Mine is cooling, still a waterway within my body.
Morphing me and contorting me.
I am what I always was.
I am a demon and all that is fear for the many Laments of my duties.
Greed.
Gluttony.
Sloth.
Wrath.
Pride.
Envy.
And lust.
My wings carry me high and my claws scratch their graves.
My fangs crushing their bones.
As my blood is turning cold. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (guest) (2-13-2005 - 02:36 AM)
| This poem is so intensely terrific..... youv'e got such talant...
,ChamberedDemon
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