Surrounding me, burning me
with eyes of flaming red--
convinced they know how to ease my pain...
Carefully I lead them along,
drowing in a maelstrom of lies...
"Never will they know my name!"
screaming to the empty night:
no one hears my cries...
Many can lead them to water,
but only I can make them drink--
head lolling, eyes glazed,
throwing themselves at my mercy.
But my god is a cruel one,
and he taught me well...
"Blood Master, make them beg and scream!"
no fire in their eyes tonight;
they're hearts beating at my whim...
Once the smoke fades from my vision
then perhaps I'll feel regret.
I just fear the pain,
so I close myself away...
But my walls are slipping now--
my heart takes over once again...
"Black Rose, please end my pain!"
but She just laughs--taunting me--
for She forsees the tears...
Author notes
Randomness...
Written July 7th, 2004
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yes randomness.....but very well written randomness
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Incredible.
I loved this poem.
It seems like a mythical story about a Nymph in some death cult.
Very, very cool.
You know what's crazy?
I had no idea I was on your favorites list.
Haha.
Later,
Georgie. -
I have a knack . . . what can I say.
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You seem to title a lot of my poems...
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Call it empty screams
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Many can lead them to water,
but only I can make them drink--
oh dear, you have done it again. that was wonderful to read. i enjoyed that piece overall. it's good to see more of your stuff.
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