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New poem for you all to read. *jumps his thread to the top of the stack*  By the way, this is not actually new, but old...so don't start thinking I'm crazy just cuz it is somewhat morbid. Here ya go! (Heh...I'll give RP to the person who guesses what this poem's about...and seeing how stewmac is usually the one to comment first, I suggest you try to beat him to it)
Metamorphosis of Mortality
Twisted fatality that feeds upon sorrow
My attempts for your banishment only multiply your strength
Deep fears of complete control trigger desperate actions
Betraying all those I love, my rage fulfills my hunger, hate destroys reason
Burning wreckage marks my path, screams becoming my signature
The inability to function properly is morbidly fascinating
Howl at the sun, for the moon brings serenity
Gripped by the neck, the pitiful squirming, last movement
My claws bear the blood of a thousand mortalities
Their fate held in my tightening grip
Their pleas reaching ears deafened to prayers
Eyes opened, eyes closed, breath stopped
Sanity is but a foolish concept, restricting the mind
It limits the right to shed old skin and heal under ritualistic violence
I race through the night, stars outlining my path
Each night, life taken, soul tainted
Wretched truth that reveals my horrid deeds
My refusal of human thoughts caused the death of companions
The transformation I've gone under ripped the threads of my mind
Taking the knife, staring at what's left of those I love, rage thrusts the blade
Transformation Complete |
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