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Alter the Disturbed

Poetry By: Love Reaper

Tags: Evil, Hurt, Pain, Gone, Death, God


Submitted:Jan 16, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Watch you dim,
Till you all,
Just dissipate.

It's working.

Homicide in my pupils,
Tears in my blood,
Will I miss this?

Scrutinize from afar,
As peasants,
Mourn over Purity.

This demon,
Has a home.

Not a priest,
Nor your gods,
Nor your love,
Nor your faith,
Can save her.

No optimism,
No glow.
Absolute darkness,
Of terror.

Feed off distress,
Run on agony,
Fuel from rage.

I've never felt so alive.


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