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blood:my newest poem,please comment |
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as I wash away the blood on my hands,
i wash away my sins,
the murder of those i knew,
it's time to start again,
i know my history,i knew my past,
my possibilities were vast,
i knew it would come to this,
this dark and foreboding bliss,
the kill,
the chill,the thrill,
of mastery of mind,
drove me to this,
into abyss of insanity,
i learned, used,i eventually abused
this
the horror,the beast,the abomination,
me
this murderer in the mirror
this pale shadow of the man that is me,
yet is not me
i was a happy child,the one all loved and knew,
now running like game from the hunter
a man on the run,nay,the wolf,
on the run from the cage
 itaru watanabe · Wed Oct 29, 2008 @ 04:29am · 2 Comments |
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