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I'm posting this mainly because I'm really bored, sick of Oblivion, have no other 360 games to game and can't sleep.. >_<
I'm not fully sure of what was going through my mind as I wrote this, but I originally imagined this as a 'talking part' of a song. Or a poem if you want to, idc.

the asSassin sells deceptions
offeRing false ideaLs of hope
seekIng comfort within himSelf
hidden behind his scope

concealed in the darkness
shadows incubate his Flesh
as silent nighT is falling
the end is draWing near

his prey is at the crosshair
his soul is at the door
Atmosphere&#8217;s electric
blood is of what he wants more

fingerlimb pulls trigger
projectile penetrates neckmould
death comes an instant
As he knew it would

finally can the vampire
retire to peaceful sleep
while the victim&#8217;s soul
mingles with other sheep


It does have some sort of meaning, I think.
Anyone up for rating/criticizing/interpreting it?

E: Oh, and the thread title has a question mark next to it because it might be a possible 'name' to this poem-ish thing, though I'm not sure, I just came up with it when making this thread.

Upon reading your poem, I have came up with a possible interpretation. So here it is: One whom lives a life of lies acknowledges that they are killing themselves and others but they realize this far too late. By the time it is all said and done they have 'killed' something apart of them wanted all along.

I think it is because he sees he has killed so many people that his own soul is as dead as they are. He also sees that he joined that business because he thought something was missing in him, I think :S

Interesting poem. Although I'm too sleepy to figure out what any real meaning it may have, I love the hidden message.

People that follow the source of lies become instruments to be toyed with, and eventually arrive at a destination where there is too much darkness to follow ones own ideals. The sniper lives in the shadows which is the truth he conceals, and his followers that are now in complete darkness seek guidance, but the only truth their souls receive is a bullet of lies, and an empty vessel remains drained by the snipers thirst for blood or malleable minds. Hence the victims still unaware go through life as though nothing has changed.
When I first read the words "pathetic Poetry" the words "You complete me" came to mind, but this poem was excellent, and I'm glad to say I read the whole thing without feeling the onset of a serious case of tourettes. I hope throughout this community they overlook the word "poem", and at least give this a look….

Pathetic - here <———————————————–> In Cold Blood - here

You have inspired me to try out my own poem while being sleep deprived. Here it goes..
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At least the format was close enough..

That poem made me think of assasins creed ;)

Nice..

Yea. I really like it :)

~Penguin