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Into the Darkness

There he was just standing in the dark alley way. Between the two drenched buildings.

All I could hear were the rain drops hitting the Earth's surface and... his footsteps.




I was just standing there, I had no where to go, so I watched him.

All he did was pace, back and forth.




Then I saw it, or them, or him...

A young woman came out of the building to the right.

She started walking towards me.

I didn't know what to do, I still watched.

Then the man or... or thing, ran up behind her, I closed my eyes only until I heard a scream.

A scream so loud that it hurt my soul.

Then at that exact moment my eyes darted open,

that is when I saw the woman laying dead on the Earth's floor.




The man saw me, I started to run, but he just kept up!

Then all of a sudden I hit the black road with him on top of me.

I closed my eyes expecting the worst... then I felt it, the pain in my neck was so unbearable I drifted off into a restless slumber.




I soon woke up to the warmth of a wet substance hitting my lips... blood,

at first it was

grotesque,

but then... then it became a desire to my whole body.

I NEEDED IT!



















And that is when I fell into the Darkness!
A Sad gothic Poem


We returned to the faithful forest
To find it volcano-blasted.
Belly up and sallow as a dead
Grandfather on a slab. In such ash land
A Goldfish in a glass doesn't
Serve for a heart.

O our old mountain home
Unto thee we will come
Driven down on the bones
Drowning sound of the drums

The Gremlin comes from the North. Equipped
With his juggler bits and hidden daggers,
Painted Eyes and mailcious grinning,
Pillager of the pillaged,
Jigging and twirling, giggling burner
In the abandoned village.

o our old mountian home
Unto thee we will come
Driven down on the bones
Drowning sound of the drums

In the deepest down, the first valley,
The cleft where we first took stage,
We make our last proud bow
Before an ampitheatre full of no one.
Tired of applause, they left for space
When our dramas lost their
Laws of gravity.

O our old mountian home
Unto thee we will come
Driven down on the bones
Drowning sound of the drums





 
 
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