He was BloodA Poem by BenightedWhispersThis is an interesting piece. It has an unusual rythmn,and an insane type of style all it's own. That is just my opinion though. He was blood hahaha!
He was too fragile for his own good. He was so shy, and it was way too easy. Oh his blood rushed away screaming and oh his existence disappeared. He was fragile and that was his downfall. I have his blood on my hands and a twisted grin on my face. It was so fun to hear him beg for mercy. Seeing him suffer made me hunger for more. He was innocent and a gorgeous corpse on the ground. He was too fragile for his own good. He was so shy, and it was way to easy. Oh his blood rushed away screaming and oh his existence disappeared. He was fragile and that was his downfall. I have his blood on my hands and a twisted grin on my face. It was so fun to hear him beg for mercy. Seeing him suffer made me hunger for more. He was innocent and a splendid cadaver on the earth. That made my bloodlust rise and Oh the terror he expressed was and Oh the trepidation he must have felt. The blood-curtailing wail made me cackle. Oh the scream made the flame rise. "Despair my young friend for the world hath come to an end." It’s hopeless now and death has arrived. He is waiting and Anticipating for a cry that Awaits The Darkness. The cry of agony that will Make the desert train "Fly like a bat out of Hell" Gone like yesterday. Gone like the souls who Vanished from the plane. He was blood. He was blood. HE WAS BLOOD!!! © 2017 BenightedWhispersAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 19, 2008 Last Updated on October 7, 2017 AuthorBenightedWhispersBreaking language barriers one foreign comic at a time (Manga, Manwha, Mahua...), KYAboutA pleasant hello to all that visit. Below are some facts about me so that you are able to get to know me as a person and not just a writer. I enjoy diversity, and that's how I wish to be remembered .. more..Writing
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