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Array ( [sid] => 32494 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My new self [time] => 2004-01-23 11:44:34 [hometext] => Kindof ...I guess [bodytext] => Ripples form as each drop of blood does fall
As I slowly crawl
My eyes see a wave of color, a flash of light
I hear the Siren calling to me in the night
I have become like her a souless being
My eyes start seeing
What I am supposed to be
An Angel of death, now I am free
My back is torn wide open as my wings burst out of my skin
I had for so long kept them in
They are slick and blck
And as the blood runs down my back
I begin to laugh, finally
I am free
My skin turns pale and white
I look out my window to the black night
I look in the mirror and see
I am being set free
My eyes become red
The color of the blood I will soon shed
My hair becomes long and black
As the tresses fall onto my back
I laugh, I no longer have to sacrifce
To be the hunter for once will be nice
No longer the huntee am I
For my wings shall carry me up high

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My new self

Contributed by JenimaeMalinaHaloisi on Friday, 23rd January 2004 @ 11:44:34 AM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems

Ripples form as each drop of blood does fall
As I slowly crawl
My eyes see a wave of color, a flash of light
I hear the Siren calling to me in the night
I have become like her a souless being
My eyes start seeing
What I am supposed to be
An Angel of death, now I am free
My back is torn wide open as my wings burst out of my skin
I had for so long kept them in
They are slick and blck
And as the blood runs down my back
I begin to laugh, finally
I am free
My skin turns pale and white
I look out my window to the black night
I look in the mirror and see
I am being set free
My eyes become red
The color of the blood I will soon shed
My hair becomes long and black
As the tresses fall onto my back
I laugh, I no longer have to sacrifce
To be the hunter for once will be nice
No longer the huntee am I
For my wings shall carry me up high

Copyright © JenimaeMalinaHaloisi ... [ 2004-01-23 11:44:34]
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Re: My new self (User Rating: 1 )
by whisper-of-night on Friday, 23rd January 2004 @ 12:02:57 PM AEST
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Wow ho ho! So the dark angel is reborn again! Be afraid..... be very afraid........ ^_^ Nice imagery, I can almost see it enfold right in front of me! 'No longer the huntee am I/ For my wings shall carry me up high'..... Now, this is the kinda spirit I am looking for!

Re: My new self (User Rating: 1 )
by jme on Friday, 23rd January 2004 @ 12:26:54 PM AEST
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Your words were very vivid. Great job.

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