the huntA Chapter by joshua deathdealer08/2011 (Blood type B: Installment Four)
The sun slips underneath the horizon
leaving behind a fading ghastly glow taking with it all hope for the innocents Slowly the pale moon rises over this city lighting the nearly empty streets setting the stage for the bloodshed Crazed and whipped up into a frenzy I emerge my abode, feeling the cool night air caress my spectral skin Immediately my heightened senses pick up on a live one, walking down darkened roads leading nowhere I walk up behind the girl, unsuspecting she turns and gasp, seeing the intent in my blood shot eyes Pulling a gun she fires pointblank at my chest, the bullet tearing through me brings false hope I can't die, I'm unable to release my cursed soul from out of this haggard carcass, her blood runs down my throat
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StatsAuthorjoshua deathdealerCasket City, FLAbout"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..Writing
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