The call of the full moon embraces me once more,
I`m ready to inflict unimaginable horror;
When I see you, I let out a terrible wail,
Your life is sure to fail;
You scream, flail, and kick,
This pain will not end quick,
I feed off your agony,
You mean nothing to me;
Once your soul floats away,
I sink back into the night,
Hiding from the day,
But still afraid of that horrible full moon light.
-By your`s truly. (all rights reserved)
Black slate marble expands behind
Pressing against the slick coolness
Eyes then open gasping for air
Loneliness Flooding against their stare
Writhing, struggle from the rigid cold
Bound by earthen chains limbs drawn back
Warmth hovers an inch off frosty breath
Hair stung by cool wet as it flows across the black
Matting hair and blinding eyes
The warmth recedes as the heart screams to embrace
-Gift from my friend Gaurdian
Mockity, mockity, mock
To the whiners do Ravens flock
To taunt, torment, terrorize, and tease
Those who are lacking in mental faculties.
Bring us your retards, idiots, and turds
We`ll give them the "special treatment" they deserve.
We`ll make them wet their pants and cry:
"Why me, God? Why, oh why?!"
We kill without mercy, we hunt without shame.
All for the glory of our great House`s name.
For we are the Ravens, terrible and true.
Watch yourself now, we are coming for you!
- Rapture (293358)
COMMENTS
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shadowalker13
01:36 Jul 06 2013
This has to be the favorite of my entries so far!
(7/5/13)