Overwhelmed

by dante   Jul 3, 2008


Fresh blood drips from the tattered carcass
All lacerations from my talons and fangs
The gouge across my chest pulses as blood oozes through
Yet flesh wounds matter nought to me
But why would they
I have no pure body of my own
No true vessel for my scathing soul
I live to serve the bestial side of me
The hybrid of feline and vampyre
The power of my claws and wings
Let them overwhelm my body and let me live in eternal nirvana
As the hybrid child
Who cast off fates shackles and walks his path alone

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  • 16 years ago

    by adriaan

    I love this poem! It's been a long time since I've seen anything of this quality. 5/5 :)

  • 16 years ago

    by Goth marionette

    What a wonderful write!!...It was so deep and so dark..
    My favorite words were

    I have no pure body of my own
    No true vessel for my scathing soul
    I live to serve the bestial side of me

    I loved them bcoz U could express that u r dead inside but just breathing for nothing..
    Great job,keep it up...

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