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My Inner Evil:

Blood rains from the heavens above,
As I stand staring into the days darkest hour,
Below me are the corpses of those I love,
And a hundred others, who's tide turned sour.

Thorns claw at my sore bloody knees,
As I kneel at the sight of my inner evils hate,
I throw my head into the cold southern breeze,
And wonder why this was my fate?

Cold clutches my unstable heart,
I drop my head in shame of my action,
But yet I still resist the urge to depart,
Because for some reason, i feel satisfaction.

I raise my head with a new purpose in mind,
To do unto the world as it has done unto me,
Blood will be spilled from all of mankind,
Their lives mean nothing more then debris.

I stalk away from this amazing site,
Gore covering my smiling face,
For I have seen life in a new light,
Taking life give me a purpose, give me a place.

Rate/hate plz, a bit morbid i know but thats just the way i think :p

Ohhhh. Likie. Deep stuff. I like how it rhymes and stuffs.

Dark, yes, but isn't evil or depressing the best subject to write about? ;)

+1 with garrett, try writing like about

Daisey's

Jokes :)

Its good, just too deep :)

Heh I think it's pretty cool :)

finished it! rate/hate :p

So, is the person did the person in the poem become a killer?

From: anonymity
So, is the person did the person in the poem become a killer?

pretty much :p

I guess that is one way to cope with death surrounding…

From: anonymity
I guess that is one way to cope with death surrounding…

lmao not exactly what most people would do though :p