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Power
Contributed by
Alma
on
Friday, 17th February 2006 @ 03:05:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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You mean nothing to me
Your cries mean nothing to me
Youre just food, no different than any other victim
We walk over you, we feed off of you
We have power over you
And when you beg for your small lives
You wake the animal inside
We still have the power
In the shadow of the night
We bring death to you
Were superior, we hold your lives in our hands
The blood dripping, the blood dripping
Makes me seek for you
Youre nothing to me,
youre nothing but my ticket to infinity
Like any other victim youll be forgotten
But the master the master lives on
I long for the night
I long to feel life on my lips
Once more running down my throat
I wait to hold your lifeless body in my arms
Youre nothing to me,
youre just another body on a pile
You mean nothing to me
Youre nothing more than a puppet on my way to immortality
Copyright ©
Alma
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2006-02-17 15:05:12]
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Re: Power
(User Rating: 1 )
by drtylilsecret on
Friday, 17th February 2006 @ 03:19:09 PM AEST
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A little creepy, but it's a good poem.
I like it.
gives you a nice visual. |
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