Midnite Blood

by Quinn Specht   May 1, 2005


My bleeding soul empty with death,
filled with immortality.
I spread my evil among your gross life's.
What is it that attracts me to your sad little hearts.
The blood rushing from your delicate necks onto this tong.
Oh the sour taste of immortality running through my vains.
Your eyes shudder than close.
Your hopeful god can't save you now.
Death is among you, breath in the mutilation.

I am your god, your devil, your life.

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  • 19 years ago

    by destiny

    that's pretty kool man!!! never change!