Death served at Ten

whispering handswhispering hands Under your skin Posts: 13,527
edited December 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Angry and hateful,
Dutiful deeds.
This is a lament,
I'd pray you heed.

Longing, ney, lusting,
Looking within.
Rose colored windows,
Hide this great sin.

Clawing, rips, marring,
The deadly unknown.
Paces the floor,
Hungry he's grown.

Feed the faint shadows,
Rage, crimson tide.
Feel it all; nothing,
The fear creeps inside.

Bruised, and left dying,
This hate takes its toll.
Like a chef, Hate sears,
A medium rare soul.

Devoured and savored,
A meal to feed Hate.
My soul is gone,
"Look Ma, clean plate".
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