Pale Creature

Shocking is it not pale creature above
That your hatred burns beneath this shallow grave for me
But I am dead inside and out 
The witch you fear in the eve of your hysterical fantasies
I haunt your pleasant little expectations though I breath not
And as I rot so do you
All whom follow you toss about within warm beds of dread
Wondering when my curse shall end
I will return at a dusk drenched in your corrupt blood
For isn't only fair I kill you all 
To make all your accusations a grim reality
Afterall you seek a cruel evil 
So shall it feed you hell and more
Bask in the silence that your hours are soon to end
Because I am giving in to your ignorant sin

Reviews

[dan]

Becky, Again it's not hard to figure out your message hear, but even though it's obvious there is an undercurrent of indication that you are writing this to someone in power ("All whom follow you...") who has falsely accused you of darkness above and beyond ("To make all your accusations a grim reality", a kind of 'reap what you sow'). I feel sorry for anyone who reads your work to just write it off ("Oh, she's just dark and that's that!") without peeling back the layers inside the write to get at your truth. You've got a gift, you know that, don't you? Keep writing. take care...dan