Transient Date: Saturday, 3rd July 2010 @ 05:09:47 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Balmain_Tiger Another chance has come my way A chance to act to make her stay So with deception I plan and plot My blood boils with thoughts so hot I transcend into mirth of mystery With reflection of our history I contemplate the outcome I do the math consider the sum It is done my final act Consumed with my devil pact No hindrance with my choice I silence her screaming voice Bonded tight in her chair I begin to survey the torture lair Perhaps a picture on my wall As her final breath makes its call These corporeal beings I must bide To urn my place by his side The devil is my only friend To him these souls I will send Their flesh I use for my bread The skin I fashion to cover my head Their blood to drink, this my reward Until I release the devils hoard. Tuesday, 18 May 2010 3:25:03 AM Balmain_Tiger, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit. If you want to post 3 poems in one day, then leave 9 comments! Number of poems per author per 24 hours are limited depending on membership level and interactivity. This poem is Copyright © Balmain_Tiger Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=160927