Time holds no meaning
And death is but a word
For I am death
In cold, living flesh
A pale image of myself
Yet, a beautiful beast
For I am no longer human
I am one of the deceased
Evil that does not recognize itself
With flesh as cold and pale as death
And fierce eyes watching, waiting
Eternity is a consequence
And fear disturbs me not
For I am fear
Your every nightmare
Content among darkness
Shadows are where I reside
For natural light exposure
Means death a second time
Evil that does not recognize itself
Death housed in live flesh
A predator hunting for my prey, anticipating
Coffins are a necessity
And feeding brings me peace
For blood is what I crave
Sustenance for my life
Darkness has fallen
And now I must rise
For the time has come
To feast upon those I despise
10-9-02














Devious Comments
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"In our ignorance, we think
only the strong survive,
but is it those who are strong in body
or strong in heart and mind?"
ME
Ahh
"A pale image of myself
Yet, a beautiful beast"
Thats such a great line. wonderful and breathtaking.
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When the last one falls into the endless night,
my love for you will still be standing,
there for you.
--
Religion is the opiate of the masses
-Karl Marx
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"Do you want to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering."
- Henri-Frédéric Amiel.
"Evil that does not recognize itself
Death housed in live flesh
A predator hunting for my prey, anticipating"
...is interesting. These three lines stopped my in the poem and had me wondering more about it.
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...be quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger...
Thank you.
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"Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply must do things." -- Ray Bradbury
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