The new creation

by Unrequited   Dec 10, 2006


He is alone, a blackened mess
disturbed by the voices, haunting noise
crouched in a corner, his breathing falters
exhumed by blackness untamed
now he is horror, he is the satanic creation
bloodied by graveyard masses
fire and sorrow are born

love has lost, the shadows remain
the creature whispers evil into mankind
eyes sparked by death, the end is near
no savior, no future
hearts of darkness, the unrelenting answer
to questions never asked
ice shatters, blood splatters
black kingdom, your will be done

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This didn't turn out well at all... but I tried.

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