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Transformation
written by Blackhawk05:58 PM 3/13/05A dark day.
The pigeons flee and the ravens stay.
I sit alone in shadows core.
My eyes fixated on a beaten door.
The bowels are brewing, so full of fear.
I dread the moment when those footsteps come Near.
My hair is brown, my eyes are green.
My outside is good, my inside is mean.
The sun fades to red pulsating ball.
The moon takes it's part as I wish to kill them all.
My time has come.
My time is here.
I must make all lament in their fear.
I cringe as my body contorts.
I writh as my face distorts.
My hair grows longer as it fades to black.
It cascades demonically down by back.
My skin grows gray as my eyes burn.
I'll make them listen.
I'll make them learn.
My eyes are black and violet.
As the air is stirred with silence.
The marks come unto my skin like pagan verse.
I moan in misey as the pain grows worse.
Like black streaks and swirls.
The scripture of the end of the earth.
My teeth gorw to points.
So viciously sharp.
The violent pangs and plucking of Satan's harp.
My robes are torn.
I am reborn.
I am a destroyer.
Now I must lament you all to eternal dark Damnation.
Now that I have completed my transformation. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Psycho, sicko, creepy, dark, mysterious, quiet, forlorn, alone, crazy, maniac... whatever you want to call me.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by depressions_slave (3-13-2005 - 06:25 PM)
| Its dark, but I'm kinda feeling that there is more than just words here. Thats just me though. |
by crimsonregret (3-13-2005 - 07:30 PM)
| none of the above in my eyes your normal |
by DragonTears (4-10-2005 - 11:30 PM)
| glad to know im not the only one who wants to kill all the goddamn people i hate... i love your poems dude... check mine out |
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