Ichabod

(This poem is about 3 demons that are talking about a girl...The "dance with me" and "be my mentor now" lines are the girl speaking. Enjoy)

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This person is useless.
She is dripping with liquid death
Fetid and rotten she walks the land
Among her fellow corpses of humanity.
Without death she cannot be sustained,
And without anger she is nothing.

This prized little girl has sight,
Enough to see her truth...
Potential is embedded under scabs
And those will soon be removed.
Nails dig deep into her flesh,
Making her skin raw and renewed;
Replenished by our virus.

Scratch, rend, tear, grip and pull
The stubborness of Humanity's Pool
From this soul's breath!
Breathe into her a new death,
And beauty unmarred will sing
Harsher and more subtle than angel's wing!

Dance with her.

...Dance with me...

Teach now the boudaries that are nonexisting.

...Be my mentor now...

Call her name and sway her mind
Clear away the rotting rind;
Her humanity's veins stripped clean
And replaced with wonderful dark dreams.