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04-17-2007, 12:37 PM
Wow spook, get keen. Anyways, it was kinda long... but i like it.
A word to the wise, what lies is now truly awake/
The sound of death echoes with the end of its break/
Granite lid slides, a pit of demise contained on the inside/
Bones wrapped with no soul, just a death made hide/
Eyes intense, feeling of joy in only the past tense/
A cloaked hand rises, body focused on every sense/
Movement without steps, body without a form/
The spirit from the past, in a way, reborn/
The shadowed streets hold life from this savage leech/
Every angle, a tangle of lights, broken by a sudden screech/
The alleyway, the exit, was the home of an assault/
A crime which he held to his heart, his final result/
Stalking, not walking. With an aura that should be forgotten/
Bones of rotten, like a horse of the apocalypse trotting/
His shadow was cast upon the kid and spread over/
The knife he was holdin fell to the floor, but moreover/
Total fear gripped him, followed by hands of its owner/
The kid let go of her, blood stains now shown to her/
A sense of fear and relief, conflicted by the gore/
Corpse fell to the floor, blood drained to the core/
The murdering dead approached, the same as before/
Impossible to ignore, bloodlust for even more/
He stepped chest to chest, head straight to the neck/
Bloodlines severed, bite more than just a peck/
To be correct, it was a mortal wound delivered/
Blood like a drug, he couldn’t help but shiver/
The alley he left was left with two to its tally/
The road that he met was in the centre of Cali/
It was well into the night, but light was still shining/
Like a coincidence, what was odd was the timing/
But the city lights of bright night were frightful/
Darkness was his friend and this scene was spiteful/
So he began his walk, that he’d taken years ago/
Time changed so much, but he knew the way to go/
He walked on roads, like his heart, forever black/
And cursed the fact that life he could never lack/
He wanted death and the blackness to overwhelm/
This place was not enough, he needed another realm/
“Oh well” he thought “You play the hand you’re dealt”/
And he arrived at the spot, a place so heartfelt/
It was his own grave, next to that of his late wife/
He’d give everything to give her another chance at life/
He despised the way that the world did work/
How he walked the earth and she fed the dirt/
He swore to himself he’d bring meaning through strife/
And give fear to the people with this cursed afterlife/
The night was so young and his time was plenty/
So he said to the world “I’m coming, get ready”/
Ahhh... I'm scared of my own story...
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