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Release
It is mine,
Creeping through nightmares,
Seeping into hopes and dreams,
Claws of the Fiend curl with brutal desire.
They are mine,
Crimes in my name,
Unforgiving malice,
To justify a broken oath,
Silver tip shines.
Sleeping with the dead,
The father his sons will never see again,
I cannot repent for this,
In the code we wrote in our blood,
A life for a life.
On my knees at her mercy,
Hands painted in guilt,
Years have been haunted by his face,
The switchblade and bat still remain unclean,
In an undeserving plea I ask one thing,
Release and deliver me.
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Comments
vampire Miyu Says:
deep
Smiling Devil Says:
It's a beautifull poem.
Izar Says:
I envy Your m4d word sk11lz.
mercury yume Says:
I think these themes are difficult to treat properly, considering how many millions of emo 13 yr old boys write about them. I like that you didn't talk about the knife at all, or even use the word 'knife', and you only used the word 'blood' once. I'm very impressed. Also you avoided talking about drinking/spirally darkness/fangs etc.
Next time I come across a vampiric or masochistic poem of inevitably terrible quality again, I'll point them here and say "hey, to read how to write about this theme WELL, go here".
mercury yume Says:
btw, if you really want to use a word other than 'blood', perhaps try 'sanguine ink'?