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Sinister Spirits
The Friend in Me
"Do it.
You won't be hurting a fly.
Cut it.
You'll see that shade of red,
you really like."
"No I can't,
I possibly couldn't do such a thing.
Not just that,
The stain would be impossibleto wash off
the flooring"
"Do it.
Before she's fully awaken.
Cut it,
and watch her gasp her last breath as a
little token."
"Would you shut up?
That would only make her more scared.
Her panic will make her gush out
more of a fake liquidy red."
"Can you control it?
There's a vein throbbing in her neck.
Can You see the green
on her translucent skin.
She's far being wrecked."
"Yet."
"Can you feel it?
She just won't sumbit.
Can you hear it?
The pounding of life she emits"
"The life that I didn't have.
The life that was taken away.
By beautiful bitches such as these.
right?
I'm prettier than them now, anyway.
right?"
"Yes, you are my love.
You've always been so... bewitching.
The dark powers in your DNA
and the dead lives on your hands,
are utterly captivating."
"I'm gonna do it then.
After all, she probably comatose from that strike.
How 'bout you join in, my sweet,
and watch the beautiful shade of the red
I really like."
"It'd be my delight"
"Do it.
You won't be hurting a fly.
Cut it.
You'll see that shade of red,
you really like."
"No I can't,
I possibly couldn't do such a thing.
Not just that,
The stain would be impossibleto wash off
the flooring"
"Do it.
Before she's fully awaken.
Cut it,
and watch her gasp her last breath as a
little token."
"Would you shut up?
That would only make her more scared.
Her panic will make her gush out
more of a fake liquidy red."
"Can you control it?
There's a vein throbbing in her neck.
Can You see the green
on her translucent skin.
She's far being wrecked."
"Yet."
"Can you feel it?
She just won't sumbit.
Can you hear it?
The pounding of life she emits"
"The life that I didn't have.
The life that was taken away.
By beautiful bitches such as these.
right?
I'm prettier than them now, anyway.
right?"
"Yes, you are my love.
You've always been so... bewitching.
The dark powers in your DNA
and the dead lives on your hands,
are utterly captivating."
"I'm gonna do it then.
After all, she probably comatose from that strike.
How 'bout you join in, my sweet,
and watch the beautiful shade of the red
I really like."
"It'd be my delight"
Published 2nd May 2014
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2nd May 2014 11:41pm
Spooky,creepy, and dark. Although it may be short, it is very poetic. This is great poem for me.
3rd May 2014 3:41am
I personally don't like long boring poems, so when I write I try make it as interesting as I can, and not too long. lol.
Thank You so much though, it means a lot.
Thank You so much though, it means a lot.
5th May 2014 10:53am
Hey Ed!
Haven't heard from you in a while.
Thank you very much. I'm happy you enjoyed it. you know, always try to do my spookiest!
;-)
Haven't heard from you in a while.
Thank you very much. I'm happy you enjoyed it. you know, always try to do my spookiest!
;-)
