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Massacre of Lost Souls

Poetry By: Kalika997

Murderous souls...

Submitted:Apr 27, 2012    Reads: 28    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Drifting on wings of night,

Thinking and debating about my plight,

Will you answer my desperate plea,

As I am held above the churning foamy sea,

As I am thrown into the dark cold water,

I cannot help but cause the slaughter,

The blood of the damned is blacker than black,

Running and staining the dark tarmac,

I hold the knife in my bloodthirsty hands,

As I drag myself along these unforgiving sands,

The sea roars, calling to me,

Oh how can I ignore the sea?

Fate is a cruel mistress,

And as we all know,

When cut, blood will always flow,

Close the portal,

Slam the door,

I feel chilled to the core,

As the blade flashes and gleams I close my eyes,

Only to recieve the sound of many cries,

Screaming and roaring is heard all around,

At last I can no longer stand the sound,

I watch them die, my mortal foes,

After all, the Devil always knows....


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