I grinned as I slowly made my way down the dark alley, staying close in the possessive shadows. I ran my tongue over my smooth fangs, feeling every angle and the sharpness of each point. My eyes followed his every move.
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For Poetic
A Feeble Life It constantly drips, tormenting me in the night I wonder if it will be me next, I live in fright
Divided Messiah
Blackness crawls in through my eyes,Conflict within seems to tear,Hate, it wants me to despise,Love speaks, hate you need not fear.Losses to which I have knelt before,Whipping me till I cannot bear,Pain overflows my heart once more,My soul has lost its only flare.Sounds of fate in my head,Lingering, bound to this empty shell,Death let me… Continue reading Divided Messiah