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Thoughts of an Assassin

Poetry By: Catalyst Angel

Tags: Dark, Poetry


Submitted:May 26, 2010    Reads: 54    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Alone here in my room accompanied my multiple hours of solitude, I ponder.

Voices can be heard….

They belong to my victims now faceless. Their screams feed my heart more malice, more malevolence.

Ha-ha, Aegri Somnia

Hot liquid runs down my face and I find myself crying the blood I've spilled. Suddenly I open my eyes feeling cold; Emotion must not be felt.

I reach into empty space enclosing myself in it.


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