Alone in the darkness,
On hatred I thrive,
Feeding off vengeance, wrong doings and lies,
I live in his heart, her heart and your heart,
Slowly yet silently I will tear you apart.
You have no hope to defeat me,
Cannot break free,
When malicious intentions invade you,
They amplify my hateful power,
And you will feel the clock hand's strike twelve,
And midnight is here, your darkest hour,
Where you will feel the extent of my blooming self,
Inside of your heart, the black thorned flower.
I start as a seed, within everyone's heart,
Whether or not you feed me,
Is your choice, your part,
Feed me with hatred, revenge, despise,
Impurity, guilt, revenge and lies,
Then I will flower, to the extent of my power,
My will, my ability,
At that point you will not break free,
Since I will absorb your once angelic concious,
Into the darkness of me.
Your darkest hour,
The height of my power,
As I bloom into the Black Thorned Flower
Submitted: May 14, 2010
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Wow I read this piece and was astounded. Very dark for one so young.
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Oh my gosh I love it!!! You can't call that "just a little something you thought of" when it's so amazing!
Sun, May 16th, 2010 8:03amA masterpiece!
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But it was something i thought of...
Mon, May 17th, 2010 6:55amOn the spot when I was sitting there, fingers on the keyboard, staring at the blank page...