Nov 20, 2003 03:34
Remember those that experience death? their flesh and blood start to disintegrate leaving the souls demon to masturbate......
The Children smile at me
Their wicked eyes gleaming
As the moon turns deep red,
the blood drops like tears
splattering on the sand.
I scream and run.
As they rise from the water,
they laugh . . . Softly and hauntingly.
Like demons devouring consciousness.
As i lie here on the sand
I feel the warmth of my own blood
soaking my clothes.
The Children smile their satanic smiles.