Fated to desire the kill, the shattering of human will.
My heart favors the flesh.
They can claim otherwise, Blood is dashed and then he dies.
My design to cause death.
Demented though glad, gratified then mad.
Passion dies in a breath.
A contest entry
- dark poems by ur worse nightmare.
335 points, ended January 6, 2007, 20 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Chilled here
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Oh My! O my! o my!!! This is awesomo stuff!! 1,000,000,000 STARZ 4EVA!!
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Eeek! You have exceeded the darkness that once was my poem, which is now a piece of monkey's poop compared to this. And the rhyming was supurb!


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Uh, thanks...
Yeah, I dont like the last two lines at all...and Oh gaud I cant stand looking at it anymore...you lucky cuz you write tonz so and cover up all your old stuff...I wont write anything for weeks!!
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