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06-03-05, 09:23 AM | #1 | |
Poet's Daughter.
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The Monster Within
IP:
he's out of control and he doesn't know how to stop it With shiver tears and fear. He got a problem, he admit Sitting on the grass fill with dew, night lurks above him He feels his fate is coming, his life for a good future is slim Tree's whisper, leaves making sounds. this is a bad night Staying trying to conceal oneself, from unleashing his insight He grasp a hold of the ground, pushing himself to stand up Lightning strikes, thunder roars. The good is dawning to a pulp Like being trapped in a dark cage, he's trapped in the abyss It's done, the unleash of it The smell of the new is so fresh Rains drop slowly on him, washing the good from his soul His heart is like an dead rose, it's turned black like a charcoal he walks and walks. Step by Step, it's the merging of a grim reaper Murder weapon in his hand. It shines, it's sharp, it's an cleaver Still the good in him, is trying to escape but it's lock in a cage His brows in a downward vertical position, showing the rage Finally he reaches his destination. With wet hands, he turns knob Thunder sound erupts behind his back. Still the good is in fog He walks in, the silent makes him curious, but still he's a lunatic Heavily breathing from his lungs to the nostrils. ooo he's so caustic Water dripping and trace of his foot-prints, goes up to the stairs Trying to be silently he can be. Anger signaling please beware Again with wet hands, he turns a knob but with careful ness Now the door fully open, like an open soul that's not protected He takes advantage from it, putting his wet hands over the lips Eyes fully open, but he see's the cleaver, so he knows to be quiet But the extinguish erupts, by the sound of scream from a women In seconds, it was back to silence. The cleaver leaked blood from it The man tears starts to crawl on the lunatic hands, with sounds of whimper But in seconds, that whimpering sounds was shut, by the cleaver . . The morning shines on his face, while his body on the ground in the grass Still hiding in the bushes, he wakes up by the sound of the ambulance that bypass Head-ache he starts to feel. With laziness’ to get up He lays back down As he did, he felt this wetness, and it reeked. Shock on his face erupts as he saw .................................................. ...................The cleaver with blood on the ground Leave feed.........................
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