Paint it Black

by Nobodys Hero   Sep 18, 2006


Emotionless, empty, cold in the heart
A would to be demon right from the start

Soulless dead eyes a twisted mind
Look all you want, no remorse you'll find

Now turning her head not wanting to see
The accursed demon she came to be

Her heart once weeped with inhuman pain
An immortal toucher, driven insane

Yet looking in the mirror, now I see
This demonic creature I came to be

Copyright © November 2007

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  • 14 years ago

    by Gness

    This is a sweet dark write it could have been a song too. But the attention taker is the descriptive and shadowy motion as the poem flows. "Demonic creature you became to be" fav

  • 16 years ago

    by robin milford

    This is a good poem nice job thanks for your comment on "Recipe for insanity"

  • 17 years ago

    by sacred 4 life

    HELL YEAH this ones phucking cool i like it its proble one of my favriots this one and confessens of the damned

  • 17 years ago

    by Watchmeburn

    Good poem, I really liked reading it, and thanks for your comment.

  • 17 years ago

    by John (Mr. Whuppy)

    HELP I hope your not a demon allthough coming from Wales you could well be lol
    terrific flow rhyme and rhythm
    just how It should be
    Well done
    Love this part

    Her heart once weeped with inhuman pain
    An immortal toucher, driven insane

    A definite 5/5
    John

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