The Empty

I sit here thinking about what I can write,

My mind releasing demons what a wonderful sight.

As my spell is weaved thru the end of a pen,

Not to write these words would be a crime, even a sin.

As the thoughts keep flowing like an endless river,

The thoughts make my body shake and shiver.

Who could have seen the shadows in my heart,

Lost in forever at the very start.

Dear Reader, oh, Dear Reader,

The taste of your blood couldn't be sweeter.

I'll drink of your mind, and feast on your eye's,

And soon you'll know the truth of your Lie's.

Bound by these words that you've now just read,

Drowning in a pool of Crimson Red.

Think of this now, My Final Spell,

Now as you die, I bid you Farewell.

Tru

May 2, 2007

To all those that get lost in my Poetry.