Lashing out in pain I fear, That I rip apart the ones I hold most dear. Pain and sorrow calling my name, Cutting me off from the eternal plane. A demon, a monster is my claim to fame, Burning bright is my wicked flame. Beauty surrounds me all around, But the evil leaks from it even unto the ground. Broken and battered I become, As the evil now has won. The kiss of death I taste with blood, As it rushes down my throat in a flood. Stronger and faster, the quickening begins, Throwing all of my senses into a wild spin. Hate and longing are now my only friends, From now and until my immortal end.
ishezuishtar · Sun Nov 13, 2011 @ 06:10am · 0 Comments |