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Chilling night
written by Genocide Reaper10:02 AM 3/11/05In this night of chilling wind.
Around my soul the chill doth bend.
Eyes catching sight of images that make distinct sounds.
These silhouettes are all around.
I see them now, these things.
Which most do not believe in.
Few swear they do not exist.
Though I know otherwise, as I seem them with my own two eyes.
Bats that fly low, women's voices that sing on cue.
Demons creeping in darkness, I wonder as I inhale this smoke.
If my life is through.
Getting idea's, as I watch these creatures.
Listening calmly, to them gazing upon their features.
The cold has sank into my vein.
From what Iv said, I wonder do you think of me as insane.
If I am, then judge me not.
For what I tell you, is just as real as fire is hot.
I may be condemned, mocked and scoffed.
But you can't honestly say there hasn't been strange things.
At which you have gawked.
Hear me now, and know that unto fear I will not bow.
Ye beast of the night.
Ye creatures which create in the human mind plight.
I will keep what I see inside my darkened mind.
Only to try and bring forth what I witness into the light. |
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