I will be your murderer, come tomorrow
So eat some more and drown your sorrows
I am that reject nation in your own mind
That herbicide of home brewed evil
Beware in your dreams, I am that nightmare
Come morning my reign will breed my affectionate hate
With my blooded keel of imaginable terror
Walls of a thousand cries, can not hold in my screams
Those mirrored sounds of pain, will brake through
Slowly killing that rage that has just begun
I will be that youth serial killer with ease
That baby you spawned in life, only to eject you in death
I will take great detail in mutilating your remains
Like Monet painting a masterpiece
Still I ache, but still I walk on those killing fields
Destroying and killing everything in my sleeping wake
My madness never wakes up, my saneness rests
Down those streets of blooded cadaver remains
Those corpses walk hand in hand with my pain
Those horrors they saw in my eyes, is their only refrain
You can only see their faces in the corner in my retina
Hear the demons, whisper and crying me to brutalise you
I can not ignore those silent commandments
I must obey that urge that keeps me living
Without this pain to hate, I can not be
That faith dying alive, that temper is my vicious will
I am that vicious cycle coming full circle tonight
And you suffering is my only food for thought
A contest entry
- Darkness Haunts Were You Go, It Murders Me So! by Only-Speak-YourMind.
475 points, ended October 4, 11 entries
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Comments
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Bloody Hell, powerful stuff here..."Bloody Hell indeed" good luck in the comp...Dan
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very strong emotions here. its all very intresting, lol. and very dark.
i like the monet idea
keep writing, and take care
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This was really good. I liked it a lot. Just one questions did you use a picture or a quote. Just wondering cause either way it would work. I liked this a lot it was very good. It had good flow to it.
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Thank you. Yes I used the picture " here today, gone tomorrow.
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