Once a year,
A vile, vicious,
Vindictive little villain
Ascends from the
Fiery depths of
Hell.
He preys upon
The lonely
And
Unwanted
Stripping away
The tough outer shell
They use to make it
Through life
Alone
And leaves them
Wretched,
Helpless,
Pitiful,
Vulnerable,
Bleeding
On the ground
No one to
Console them.
The others,
The ones who
Will never
Be forced
To feel the pain
Of the wretched ones
They point
And laugh,
Relentless,
Mocking,
Taunting,
Without
Mercy or understanding
While we,
The lonely,
Mourn
Our perpetual
Desolation.
We pray and beg
For the termination
Of this one
Unforgiving day
When the cruel
Demon,
Bow in hand,
Descends again,
Satisfied
When he sees
The destruction
And despair
He will leave behind
For one
More
Year.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 3:33 AM UTC
Once a year,
A vile, vicious,
Vindictive little villain
Ascends from the
Fiery depths of
Hell.
He preys upon
The lonely
And
Unwanted
Stripping away
The tough outer shell
They use to make it
Through life
Alone
And leaves them
Wretched,
Helpless,
Pitiful,
Vulnerable,
Bleeding
On the ground
No one to
Console them.
The others,
The ones who
Will never
Be forced
To feel the pain
Of the wretched ones
They point
And laugh,
Relentless,
Mocking,
Taunting,
Without
Mercy or understanding
While we,
The lonely,
Mourn
Our perpetual
Desolation.
We pray and beg
For the termination
Of this one
Unforgiving day
When the cruel
Demon,
Bow in hand,
Descends again,
Satisfied
When he sees
The destruction
And despair
He will leave behind
For one
More
Year.
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