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May 2013
Dark clouds harbor dark thoughts as the lie above my head
Screaming my name as I wish for the sun to be dead...
Dark corners hide the blood on my hands, shaking against my will
Dead people swim around me whispering the words to ****

..****......



....****.......


why... am I on the ground..? why does my head pound..?
my god... it stinks of gore... what's lying here on the floor?


blood-soaked...



broken...


blood in my throat..


have I gone insane?
am I to blame... for the bodies around me?

no....




no....

it can't be... I couldn't have done it...
or... could I?


could I...


****..?


****...?


****....

****!!!!
theres a thrill in the ****!!
I want the taste of flesh
freshest is best!
I want to feel the blood on my skin
and feel it feed the beast within!
bloodthirsty... i'm drunk with my lust
I have to feed... I must...
****...

****...


****...


NO!! I can't... its not right...
I have to fight...
the animal inside....
It has to hide...
no...

no....




no....

..is he gone?
am I free?
to be me?
can I...
finally walk without stepping in rot?
my lair is red... once it was white...
i don't want to hurt... i don't want to ****...

****...




****....

i'm still here..
always hungry
you can't run from me....


forever....
sorry for the lack of poeticness lately, ive had a lot of stress lately. i have a bunch of drafts i want to finish.. i might soon..
Quiltel The NightFury
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   Alien and Gary Muir
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