I stand where I can see
There is no line there is only me
A selfish dog who hides in dreams
Of better life and luxury
Till morning comes I will be
A spotless fool a mystery
In the waning hour I find my heart
And beat it until it falls about
So constantly I've believed
That betterment befalls on me
A wailing crutch that I now see
Refuse to lay with wolves and sheep
So hopeless bond, flesh and bone
In company, with written tome
from which I read a prophecy
To rape my soul to disturb my sleep
The beast it came, open window seal
Lured me out amongst the fields
Next I know, a puncture wound
A sickening thought, the fullest moon
The shrillest sound rips through my ears
I begin to tear through shaking fear
When the morning comes it won't be clear
My burdened mind, my eyes in tears
With hands of red, see bones of white
I took my life into my hands that night
When the trumpets sounds, I will not go
I will be damned for my sins unknown
In my dreams, a cry of agony
I fight this beast inside of me
My constant prey, a fighting sound
This glowing silver take me down
Down where the devil may have me
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Fantastico
As Jenna said you have a lot to "ee" sounds but it really works smoothly, producing a great rhyme scheme. Also I am a bit of a sucker for Lycanthrope-type writings. Jolly good my good man.
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Yay for awesome imagery! I noticed a lot of "ee" sounds. "Me, Clear, Sleep, dreams" cool stuff.




