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Foreboding the Rain

 
It's not,
   just another rainy day.  
The sun was hot,  
   So I hid it's rays.  
 
I stole it's soul.
   I am power.  
I ate it whole,
   magnetic wonder.  
 
The piercing scream,
   of my inner torture,
has tipped the field
of madness,
   I'm on the slaughter.

I have no control,
   The rain is turning into
   a storm.
A Hurricane in the making,
   reaping innocent souls.

My tears, are hidden  
   beneath drops of rain.  
And I stand on a cliff,
   alone, and in vain.  
 
If Death, won't come for me,
   no matter how much I literally beg.
Then I'll wait for him,
   in the safety of the darkness, and fraternize
      with his demonized un-dead friends.

  
(Just posting up a old write I found in my photo album today. It was on a crumpled up piece of paper. It brought back some memories when I was an death obsessed teenager. lol)
Written by PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
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