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Oct 2013
I was the beast
Through my veins was nothing but darkness
In my heart... nothing but hate

I ran when the moon was full
Never knew my destination, but always running
running from what dark grievances following my every move

I stalked when the moon was dead
In the absence of it's light, when no one could see
I stalked a lonely dream

Her apples were poisoned...
Tainted by the light of the sun
Corrupted by the innocence of youth

How could I not
The flesh was pale
begging bitterly to be pierced by my fangs
resistance was futile
a radiant glow surrounds
the reason for my coming demise

Cunningly, unknowingly
canines pierce the skin
I bite into the apple

Torture rang forth from the clock on the wall
Jealousy sprouted from the roots of it all
I was succumbed by emotion

Deafening

amongst the madness
the doe the dew and death
grew the sound of a beating heart
Pieter Andries Christiaan
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Pieter Andries Christiaan  Bloemfontein
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