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Insane Asylum
written by Blackhawk06:41 PM 2/20/05Screech of that of an Owl.
Squawk like that of a Raven.
Filled with the urge and craven.
A craven for the taste of insanity.
Defiant and violent to false reality.
A force inside us all.
That drives our adrenaline up the wall.
Blood flowing and coating like natural paint.
Tearing and slashing with our thoughts we tend to Taint.
Killing and bowing to whomever we fear.
Fleeing and fighting when it's near.
Tears and weeping an object, an action.
All on your reaction.
When the time comes for you to say farewell.
I hope you know the bowels of Hell.
You should quit your struggling and subdue your Pangs and trying.
Just accept the Insane Asylum. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Blood... pools of blood! Pools of glorious blood!
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| » Comments / Feedback | by black_wolf (2-20-2005 - 07:51 PM)
| Blood, hmmm. Sounds tasty. |
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