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Post by Akki on Oct 1, 2005 14:27:17 GMT -5
Night time
Blacks, blues, and moon rays Conjure up the dark Stories of menacing monsters Beware of the bloody red marks They will leave you in shock And even utter fear Just be careful that they Don’t catch you anywhere near Ripping sounds of stolen flesh Will signal someone’s demise The great pools of bloody death And then you hear the cries The great wails of triumph and pride Ring out and reach your ears Dark fur and bright eyes Conclude all of your worst fears The furry beasts surround you And let you alone to pray Just pray to god that no harm will come And you won’t become their buffet Your tan spotted white fur Is target to those eyes For under that deer pelt Lies the flesh which they prize One olden and one blue Belong to one monster that leads She leads them all to follow her To meet their fleshy needs And then a light arrives You see it clear as day They’ve split your neck and feasted, Because you’ve become their prey And although death surrounds you It’s quite easy to see The outer limits take hold of spirit So that you can be free Those eyes with two colors Are stamped into the brain For she leads all those furry monsters And you wonder if they're sane But it’s all the part of life One that everyone must take And at night time the wolves will come All for the world’s sake.
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Post by Toorima on Oct 2, 2005 1:09:29 GMT -5
Mwahaha~ I like it a lot =3 Nice and evvviiiilllll -cackles-
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Post by Akki on Oct 2, 2005 1:13:19 GMT -5
whenever i make a poem, its never happy >< why is that?
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Post by Toorima on Oct 2, 2005 1:17:20 GMT -5
XDD Dunno, guess the angst/evilness is just easier. I write lyrics sometimes and they're mostly evil =3333 -slinks-
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