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Dark & Mystical
poems

It sings to me each day
Seen in everything yet hidden
Bringing me to its antonym
Eating away at all of us...
Dr.Hannibal Lecter,
you make peoples' blood run cold.
Dr.Hannibal Lecter,
you're the greatest serial killer I know....
Vampires! Holy smoke, there is a blow out,
Am I the forsaken, O noble one?
For I feel him raging deep within:
Burning in desire, wailing for his love....
Unique, this word is strange to me
Maybe once in the past it all made sense
But in this wretched world we live
You can no longer be unique....
Beneath this paper is a sad maiden
She writes fairytales and breathes them feigned life
Her works are bound for hell, some say heaven
Beneath this paper is an endless strife...
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