DEMON DIE!


Cut your throat, Demon Die!
You sigh, Oh my, Oh my!
Wish I could make you bleed!
An abandoned lover's need.

Your beautiful body I'll stab to death.
I'll torment you 'til your very last breath.
You look so pale, no shining knight.
But I'm OK, I'm quite alright.

Drain your body, your pathetic thoughts.
Sticky, sticky fingers, bloody, bloody clots.
But I miss you now, Oh God I do.
Can't we just start anew?







Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-08-05 at 02:04

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes!you do know that hatred comes from fear and pain in this case fear of being alone and pain of losing what was one's upon a time yours :) sometimes we can create a demon that torture our lives or we can become one so easily....
2006-08-05