Saturday, December 12, 2009

Regret of doom

As the demon spreads its wings to fly,so will I.
The beast climbs towards the mountain top.
Time shifting to stop.
The eyes are that of the apocalyptic moon.
The cursed woman will meet her doom,soon.
Pleasures and desires have violated my thoughts, and scrapes my flesh,covering me with an agonizing clot.
Though there were angels near by.
I could only hear them scream and cry!
Now there is no hope but to join the demon himself.
Black shadows of dawn covering me from side to side.
I have no where to run,no where to hide!
The shadow God covers me with the burden of black.
The torture is unbearable and I am unable to react.
I am with the demon which I created and and cared.
All he does is smile and stare!

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