TwilightA Poem by dark and twisty
This monster I know Insatiable save for the flesh Lust and vengeance tainting its each breath Coughing blood thick with bitterness Oh, that acrid terrible smell! Why, surely that must be hatred The only thing pure in this detestable creature Running smooth and dark right to its core Everything is there – my heart, my soul, my essence All stolen by this monster within me During the quaint hour of twilight.
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Added on September 8, 2008Last Updated on October 25, 2008 Authordark and twistyUnited KingdomAbouteverything you need to know about me is imprisoned in the words of my writings... more..Writing
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