Among, this night of Satan’s way.
The anvil blinds me.
The murderer inside me finds me.
Binds me, against the steel.
My eyes turn a shade of red.
My hands make a fist, full of death.
I’m deceiving what surrounds me.
And I feel no shame.
Call upon me, I am your claim.
Name me what you may.
Author notes
a short piece made in short time. i will come up with somethin' better soon.
Written April 8th, 2006
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HEHEHEHE GOOD ONE, REMEMBER I AM ALWAYS HERE FOR YA
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well not literally
but ya know dark menacing feelings etc ... guess that means you got everything across just right
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Thanx T.. 4 the comment as alwayz.. You're relating to this poem right now.. WoW..Trippy
lols. Hope yor good? ~hugz~
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Right now I actually relate to this perfectly ... this was definitely interesting! i like.
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Evil
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o! I hope to plan to build on this (lol) but I doubt it'll happen
lol. idk maybe tho!! I do know that I am glad u found this as an interesting piece.
N I will for sure check out some of your poetry
-Mark-
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oooh!... freaky... i guess v all have a lil evil inside up call it satan or juz call it hidden rage... nice write!... interestin' concept ur dealin' wid.. hope u plan to build on this...
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How very sadistic of you...I like it haha. Haven't talked to you in a while, but that's probably b/c I haven't been online. Oh well. But yeah, another excellent poem
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hey Markieeee!
how r u? long time no talk to u.. well I liked the piece as in a poetric way.. but not as a human way hope he is not really inside u or ill have to kick him out ;P
love and hugs for you Markie!
take care.
-Kate
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