Descendant Of Darkness

by Max Wright   Oct 25, 2007


Her voice seemed broken
as her blood flowed to the ground
He watched her blood
dance around

No emotion in his eyes
maybe darkness or hate
It was their fault anyways
they caused his fate

His heart doesn't beat
so he doesn't need to rest
so little child please
don't be fooled by his test

watch out for his eyes
and don't touch his skin
He is the Descendant of Darkness
and Hes a living sin

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