Saturday, February 12, 2011

The Poison of Mine

Through the skin sweet poison seeps,
Malevolent malice has yet to sleep,
Mocking, taunting, awaken the beast,
On the last breaths; the darkness feasts.

Moan and thrash as life is taken,
Body panics; it shall not awaken,
Mind oblivious to the needles slice,
Silence, they cannot do this twice.

13th hour; suspended hallucination,
Rotting in the hell of this creation,
So far gone; it could never accuse,
The shadows are what cover the ruse.

As evil unknown and shadows roam,
Embodied angel enters your home,
Takes you away; no revenge can be shown,
And the murderer of I shall never be known.



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