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Array ( [sid] => 4047 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The House Down The Street [time] => 2002-09-19 21:21:36 [hometext] => This is extremely dark. Sorry. Even I hate this one, and I wrote it. [bodytext] => With money in the pocket and dirty thoughts
He walks towards the entrance of sin.
Intoxicating thoughts run in his mind,
Blending with the cheap perfume
And dirty words of a corpse.
It spreads its legs
And he sees the doors of hell waiting
For him.
The stench of sulfur and death surrounds
Him,
But all he feels is his lust.
He enters the gates of hell with closed eyes.
Corruption and sin hold him tight,
And they won’t let go.
He gives up his life in that grave
Where so many never had the chance
To live, but became martyrs instead,
For a lost humanity.
All is alright, as long as he feeds the demons.
He reaches in his pocket, pays the corpse
And leaves.
He walks the streets like a zombie,
Oblivious to the fact that
The only thing he bought tonight was death.
His eyes melt and his skin rots.
No one goes near him, for the stink of death
Is upon him,
And sin casts another soul
As one of its slaves.
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The House Down The Street

Contributed by Corruptor on Thursday, 19th September 2002 @ 09:21:36 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

With money in the pocket and dirty thoughts
He walks towards the entrance of sin.
Intoxicating thoughts run in his mind,
Blending with the cheap perfume
And dirty words of a corpse.
It spreads its legs
And he sees the doors of hell waiting
For him.
The stench of sulfur and death surrounds
Him,
But all he feels is his lust.
He enters the gates of hell with closed eyes.
Corruption and sin hold him tight,
And they won’t let go.
He gives up his life in that grave
Where so many never had the chance
To live, but became martyrs instead,
For a lost humanity.
All is alright, as long as he feeds the demons.
He reaches in his pocket, pays the corpse
And leaves.
He walks the streets like a zombie,
Oblivious to the fact that
The only thing he bought tonight was death.
His eyes melt and his skin rots.
No one goes near him, for the stink of death
Is upon him,
And sin casts another soul
As one of its slaves.

Copyright Â© Corruptor ... [ 2002-09-19 21:21:36]
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Re: The House Down The Street (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Monday, 28th April 2003 @ 08:27:00 AM AEST
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really good write, the way you picture it , gave me shivers.
Great job.

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