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Mar 2012 · 559
Just a Hobby
Nikolas Hunter Mar 2012
I am corruption, and she is the example of innocence
Her skin is soft hand cool as it runs over my forehead
"It's a fever" she says "please hang in there, please..."
her sweet voice  lingers in the mind of this body
into the mind but there is goes unheard
the twisted imagination.  oh how she does not know
the dancing bodies I have played with
piece by piece have I played with them
drained they laid bloodless I hungered to know their secrets
A sticky warmth is felt across my lips, her blood.
Eyes open I see her crying
The bodies had a dark secret
She was the cost...
Torn in two between excitement and and horror
"I'm sorry" she whispers
Pulling the blade from her chest.
I am corruption, and she is innocence.
Jun 2010 · 767
Shining star
Nikolas Hunter Jun 2010
Shining star oh so bright in the night,
I shall find you through trials and plight
so trust me,  By next light we shall stand hand in hand,
and if it be of no trouble to your mind I will make you my hope
to lead me through the light we both seek
for I am blind from time to time, and through the darkness shall I guide you,
it has been my home for the beginning of this life
Until my death shall we stand together.
upon death shall one rest until called upon by the other for comfort.
In death do we not part for our bond is Eternal.
The dead walk only where their memory is kept.
Remember but do not dwell.
Jun 2010 · 671
Hopeless
Nikolas Hunter Jun 2010
The touch of a Soft hand.
Swells my heart happily.
Unknowing to them they become a part of me and my love for them is as if they are my own Child.
Woe, do they cast angry, hateful word with their eyes.
Shaking the foundation of the Soul,
Die shall I for them and forgiveness to them for even large transgressions.
Jun 2010 · 617
Last Hope
Nikolas Hunter Jun 2010
Until this day shall we no longer be found bound.
Live, Die Let there be no fear in your heart on this matter for the end is merely the beginning.
The Darkness hall.
Alone, void of emotion.
Pulling further down into oblivion, pain shall surround you engulf you past the tears of blood.
Shall it be found in loyal, loving company perhaps they (if willed) save you.
Peace, for prayer be found in you and let it be heard.

— The End —