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Thursday, May 02, 2002

Seperation
Standing alone
During a torrential downpour
Not a stich of clothing i wear.
I stop to think
But cannot remember
How I ended up out there.
I rap on the glass
Shout out my name
Begging myself to return.
I continue to stand
A vacant look on my face
Water so cold, my skin starts to burn.
I really don't know
How my body and mind
Became seperated as such.
I'll continue to fight
Till I'm back where I belong
In my body that I miss so much.

Wednesday, May 01, 2002

To be Mine
You knew that I was laughing at you.
The first time I ever laid eyes on you.
All I wanted really was to hurt you.
But secretly I needed to have you.

You always hid from me.
Made all your friends lie to me.
Boys became mad and wanted to fight me
You kept me away, just to spite me.

So I got to you through her.
Your old friend Sue, remember her?
I hope you can live, knowing I killed her.
Your pledge to me is what will release her.

You've come to your senses, you come to me.
Your body and mind al succumb to me.
You will see, touch, taste and smell only me.
Until your body gets killed by me.

You're mine now. I've won the war.
I have you forever to adore.
The prize I've gained is a beautiful one
You will sleep right next to my biggest gun.

Monday, April 29, 2002

Darkness Omega
A gentle rain falls softly
Across a placid landscape
Of sky, trees and grass.
My mind is wisked away
To another time, this very place
Where a huge party began to amass.
It was surely going to be
The best time of our lives.
To be cherished and thought of forever.
A tragic series of events
Changed all that was to be.
I want to forget, still I remember.
The flash of cold steel
The crimson ooze across the windshield.
A body falling to the ground.
A series of cries
Too many pleas for help
Chaos and mayhem where all around.
Another slice, another life
Taken by these greedy hands
Yet some remain to stop it all
They too end up dying.
Their efforts where a joke.
The antagonist stands tall
Ten bodies in all
On that fun, but frightful night.
I remember it all to well.
Do I feel remorse
For the atrocities I commited?
No. I am now anxious to go to Hell.
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