Set For A Arrivals EndA Poem by ReaperYou can see through window put pain often does reside within us allBled like pig of lifless existance im a broken soul of twisted reason. They thought I dead but nightmares often find home in fears best left alone. The sidewalks snow buried my hatred of tommorows b*****d child and somber thought.
Were do I fall in a violence my passion of torment and plessure so traggic kill for the release crave the agony. Inside the white walls you see i exist in your pressense and contain the rage ready to destroy at a seconds command.
To yern for flesh do you chase your end to fire or fearthe oncoming demise? the good seed often finds the dark a seduction of wrong a taste of evil honey of ash and embrace of flame.
I kill in fun do you yern for a taste? Sweet little b******s we are chained to reason I linger in fate. So am I hated in a thought and forgotten to memories often we choose but never a story paint a vision without permission.
Eat my soul towards a blackend sign I scorch my past. may it be my riddles etch stone into a corner within my minds thought. Gentle is the devil of my destruction so many have forgot.
So the chamber fills the lights fade and all is silent for only awhile. A spark cast fragments within the dark.
No one can view a edge for to long untill a slip. I smile as I welcome the abyss. © 2011 Reaper |
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