UnnamedA Poem by Woody, Son of EvelynSemi Horror / Semi GoreI stalk preys like a hungry wolf in a forest where i lurk lurking around the place killing preys leaving a messy work in a dark cirque, i live where the shadows are afraid to be lost im the worst there is no parasite can infest this toxic boss I eat my preys belly opened pulling the intestines appart drunk its blood dry and for dessert i will take its half beating heart in my chart of food chains my name is on top of all the living Im the living nightmare of all being in this dusty ground i am standing I'm not god im not the devil im not heaven nor hell I serve my own master and my master is my own self I'm a prison in a cell with all the things i needed to use to escape but i stay inside and extend my cell to the world forming my room to one state land scaped my world using rotting corpses that i hunt and ate I hold that golden time in my hand so i can never be early nor late this is my fate im a hunter the haunted a predator never a prey each and every day a i get stronger while you get old die and decay
© 2012 Woody, Son of EvelynAuthor's Note
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