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written by devil-dick01:50 PM 8/10/04the time is eleven fifty.
ten minutes before the witching hour.
the wind is blowing, the windows rattle.
thunder strikes loud as it show its power.
the clock strikes twelve as the sky opens up.
the evil in this world is now awake.
the silent screams echo in my head.
their voices cutting through me like cake.
i sit there, frozen in fear.
as the end of the minute draws close.
the minute hands moves, the voices stop.
i take two tablets. i need another dose.
i walk upstairs, a reflection in the mirror.
i try not to look, the face so grotesque, unreal.
over whelmed with power i turn and look.
the evil, the face, its to much for me to deal.
i walk away quick, the safety of my room.
i have no window. no disturbing view.
i wait for the witching hour to come back across.
evil in this world, is more than true |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (anonymous) (8-10-2004 - 02:57 PM)
| very kool aiden, kept me hooked anyways ;) ellie x |
by (anonymous) (8-10-2004 - 03:18 PM)
| man i wish i could write like you, again...wow, love miffy x |
by (anonymous) (8-10-2004 - 04:06 PM)
| I like this one also. Yet again makes you think. I can relate to this one a lot. |
by (anonymous) (8-10-2004 - 08:24 PM)
| this one is cool, very good indeed... kez x |
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