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Contributed by Mild_Tempest on Tuesday, 14th March 2006 @ 09:54:13 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



There are things when Im alone,
That scare not only me,
Things that lurk behind every shadow,
Things that you cant see.

When I feel a chilly breath,
Catch a glimpse of a corpse,
Whenever I try to scream,
My throat just goes hoarse.

Theres evil behind each wall,
Each evil is my obsession,
Each evil I cant escape,
And the evil is my passion.

I dont quite understand,
This utter change of heart,
Evil is like the love I seek,
Evil is the forbidden art.

To me the dark is home,
The only place I cant be seen,
And the music to my ears,
It's the sounds of children screams.

No no, this cant be,
Am I turning into evil itself,
Or am I seeking something else.

Theres such thrill in the dark,
How perfect a raven blends with the night,
In the dark nothing goes wrong,
Nothing to fear but the light.

So this is what Ive become,
A creature in the dark,
A nightmare that lurks within,
An eternitys journey Ive embarked.




Copyright © Mild_Tempest ... [ 2006-03-14 21:54:13]
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Re: Art (User Rating: 1 )
by darkangeleyes57 on Wednesday, 15th March 2006 @ 11:01:52 AM AEST
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This is amazing.. I think that you should have put this under dark poetry. The way that you wrote this poem made it flow smoothly and when i read the first few lines it is like i had to read it. this was really really good..

thanks for the comment on my poem. I appreciate it..

take care
christina


Re: Art (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 29th March 2006 @ 12:42:20 AM AEST
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wow, this is exceptional. I loved it, nice dark poetry, written so perfectly. You are good, keep writing, blows me a way. very very full of images, places the reader right where the character is. Good job..

RaquelLeah




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