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The Brute Inside

Poetry By: Love Reaper
Poetry


Tags: Evil


Evil has no fear.


Submitted:Jan 9, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


She's losing the battle.
Who?
He says.
The good girl inside.
For the Phoenix is rising again.
Restful, patient, yet anxious.
Anxious for blood,
Anxious to poison her new victim,
With simplicity of lust.
Can anyone save her,
Before the Black Widow,
Spreads and extends her web?

The taste of blood,
The urge to stare at the poor....
Innocent bystander.

She needs a soul,
So she flaunts slowly.

Everyone must die.
She tells him.
Why?
He whispers very worried.

Because.
She replies nonchalantly.

Because.
She continues.

It's either they die....
Or I do.

Click.
There's the dial tone.





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