At The Source of Eradication.
A shadow of white,
A murderer of thoughts,
A stand without the the fall,
Irregularities that mark the hall.
The repear has come to reap,
As i have come to take what is mine,
Although as much as desired,
Your life is not in these hands,
But your soul...
It flutters like a bird,
or a butterfly waiting to be caught,
with my net at hand,
you shant be long forgot,
I trap you just to admire,
the way you quiver in my hold only attracts my grotesque nature.....
I smile.
Excuse my dishonesty,
I grin,
For long forgotten is true happyness,
And the secrets within.
Some may give their regards,
Others may even adore you,
And the most extreme, would perhaps,
Cry for you?!
But I,
I have a cold heart,
frozen by time,
shattered by only ,"A ",woman,
and it is you.
With a broken heart,
the blood does not pump,
therefore my mind has gone numb.
My morals are gone with my sorrows,
But one memory still lasts,
Though i fear,
T'is most dreadful...
And worst pain in the world.
...To be without pain, except for one,
Except for one...
Some may think im crazy,
A lunatic of sorts,
Maybe even a phsychopath,
But I dont even know.
Judge me if you like,
For I shant care.
Let me rape you of your feelings,
Let me take them all,
For being without pain is the worst death,
The worst death of all...
I try,
And i try,
But not even,
Not even the most gruesome of tortures can lacarate me,
Only your hate,
Only that one womans hate,
Can pierce,
Pierce the veil drawn across my soul.
As I advance through the night,
There is a castle that gives a fright,
I take pleasure in the quiet beast,
For it is my home,
The fort of my soul,
Guarding the many pieces scattered across the floor.
One day i may put my self to the excrutiating task,
of colleting the pieces in a flask...
But not today,
No Im sure the time hasnt come,
Total Eradication Has Just Begun.
By Poca
A murderer of thoughts,
A stand without the the fall,
Irregularities that mark the hall.
The repear has come to reap,
As i have come to take what is mine,
Although as much as desired,
Your life is not in these hands,
But your soul...
It flutters like a bird,
or a butterfly waiting to be caught,
with my net at hand,
you shant be long forgot,
I trap you just to admire,
the way you quiver in my hold only attracts my grotesque nature.....
I smile.
Excuse my dishonesty,
I grin,
For long forgotten is true happyness,
And the secrets within.
Some may give their regards,
Others may even adore you,
And the most extreme, would perhaps,
Cry for you?!
But I,
I have a cold heart,
frozen by time,
shattered by only ,"A ",woman,
and it is you.
With a broken heart,
the blood does not pump,
therefore my mind has gone numb.
My morals are gone with my sorrows,
But one memory still lasts,
Though i fear,
T'is most dreadful...
And worst pain in the world.
...To be without pain, except for one,
Except for one...
Some may think im crazy,
A lunatic of sorts,
Maybe even a phsychopath,
But I dont even know.
Judge me if you like,
For I shant care.
Let me rape you of your feelings,
Let me take them all,
For being without pain is the worst death,
The worst death of all...
I try,
And i try,
But not even,
Not even the most gruesome of tortures can lacarate me,
Only your hate,
Only that one womans hate,
Can pierce,
Pierce the veil drawn across my soul.
As I advance through the night,
There is a castle that gives a fright,
I take pleasure in the quiet beast,
For it is my home,
The fort of my soul,
Guarding the many pieces scattered across the floor.
One day i may put my self to the excrutiating task,
of colleting the pieces in a flask...
But not today,
No Im sure the time hasnt come,
Total Eradication Has Just Begun.
By Poca