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Contributed by
diablohate
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Wednesday, 10th May 2006 @ 11:28:07 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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looking at the blury past
only to find nothing but static
in my mind for all too see
and point at for all their humor
until i snap and kill you all
for the only thing i had is gone
and the static gets louder
every passing day
but i will not brake free
i'll just stay in my cage
and wait for the enemy
to come to me
so he unlocks my cage
and sets me free
to roam this earth
without a leash
i'm fine for a week
then the static comes back
and i start to kill again
but not for greed or power
i awake in bed and realize
that it was just a dream
but my hands are tanted
with the blood of someone
so i find my cage
and lock myself in
and pull out a bible
and rip it to shreads
then the world get dark
and the moon turns to red
and the lighting comes down
and strikes apon my cage
and the door unlocks
but i do not leave
because of the eyes
looking down at me
so i stay in my cage
and begin to cry
because the killer
is inside of me
so i close the door
and i lock it tight
cause the full moons rising
and i'll lose control
the clouds start to clear
as the moon gets closer
and the pain in my back
is too much to bare
i wake the next day
in the middle of a pasture
and laying all around me
is the corpses of dead cows
the farmer comes out
with a shotgun in his hand
and walks up to me
and points it at my head
then i grab the barral
and i say to kill me
but the farmer did not
so i killed him instead
my anger my turned me
into a monster
that feeds on flesh
and drinks from the vains
so then i go home
and i grab a gun
then put it to my head
but my finger can't finish
so i go to the kitchen
and drink a bottle of bleach
and lay down on the couch
and watch my tv
i wake the next morning
and my hands are tanted
with someones blood
not of my own
i can not stop it
because i can't
and when i try
people will die
i start to cry
and weep for the people
that i have killed
over the past 7 years
but i remember this fable
and i went to the kitchen
then grabbed a knife
made of silver
i stabbed it through
and the fable was true
so i lay down
and faced the truth
then i wake
from this silly dream
and go the kitchen
to find my brother dead
...........with a bottle of bleach in his hand........and a silver knife in his chest......and my hand are tanted.....with the blood of my brother.
(hell-ya i'm the super beast)
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diablohate
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2006-05-10 11:28:07]
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by katt on
Wednesday, 10th May 2006 @ 02:44:17 PM AEST
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Well now, that was chilling. Maybe you could be the next Alfred Hitchcock or Rod Serling etc. Spooky read to be sure. Good imagery.
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