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[title] => The Crimson Life
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[bodytext] => As the light shined down upon me I knew that my soul had been set free This light was not white, But indeed it was red, crimson red And in the shadows, I have seen many souls Many souls, without stories told My body had become cold My eyes became dark, and as cold as steel Some teeth were new, And to sharp to feel My hunger was new, As the thirst for blood grew Then at this time, I knew, that I was not like you I had the strength of ten men, That just continued to grow stronger As each body fell inside the grove, due to my hunger I fell into a rage, and killed all in sight Surely to say, that was a bloody night I now hunt under the midnight sky, And take precious lives, as they walk on by It truly is an honor, To see the fear in one’s eyes, just before they die I am not someone to be challenged, Or to be questioned For the only answer you will get, Is most certainly your death I have ripped hearts from the depths of their chests I have drawn blood till there was nothing left I have manipulated minds, to get what I wanted And I have looked deep into ones eyes Only to see what lies inside What am I some wonder, well you tell me For most believe that we are nothing more, Than a mystery [comments] => 8 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Rylo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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