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[sid] => 136584
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Forever Cursed
[time] => 2007-08-08 16:08:47
[hometext] => It took some years before I truly awoke.....But now that I have. Just hope that you don't get to meet my CURSE!
[bodytext] => I think im gonna be sick and it's your fault, Forevers always felt like home, There's something wrong with me, What is this gift that I have been given, For when the moon is full, I change and this curse is driven, You can not imagine the feeling, The thrill of the kill, The raw power and surdge of emotion, The killer instinct driving me like adrenaline, When I change noting can stop me, I am the antichrist! Looking at my reflection while the blood is dripping from my teeth that have become fangs, I look at the claws that have replaced my fingernails, I feel the silky black hair that has covered every inch of my body, And I feel the ripple of new muscles I have never knew I had, The scent of the blood is driving me mad, I can hardly contain myself, I can hear your hear beat quicker as I approach, You know something is out there, But are to scared to go and find out what, Finally when you do the hair on the back of you neck stands on end, Just to assure you that something is watching, I begin to growl low at first and then let myself be consumed by the howl, As I release the primal rage, Im lost in the enchantment of blood dancing throught the air, Devoured buy the urdge as the chunks of flesh fly, I shutter in extacy as the warm blood runs over my lips, As my tounge caresses and plays with the crimson that flows down your neck, I savor the scent and the lust of the kill, And shutter at the thought of the complete thrill, I know what the curse is, Yet do not understand why? When the sun goes down, And the moon is full, I let the lycanthropy take over, And feast on the unlucky victims one by one, So to you I'll give this little bit of advice, You can sit and wait in the dark till you can't see what's eating you, Or you can run as far and as fast as you can, Now go......RUN....RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, Before it gets dark And before I have the chance to rip your legs out from under you! [comments] => 5 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 13 [informant] => fadingaway [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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