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The Onryo
Hair as dense and impenetrable as a foggy night
Eyes piercing like blades of obsidian
gazing, stalking, visage consumed with fury
Ceaseless anger, a woman violated and scorned
Cruel misfortunes of innumerable souls
Damned to hades
by a hand not of their own
A man with no fortune to abuse or lose
A night, peaceful, calm as a stillborn child
No voices, no squeaks or creaks
Like the infant of his wretched defeat
Mother and son passed very fast
Police confused, a killer on the loose
Atmosphere tense, a chinook carries ominous whispers
As Stringy fingers caress a self-made widower's pane
Gasping, wheezing, their lungs like hot potatos
Ashen strands and ragged kimonos
Encompassing his tortured visions
A crimson glow consumes his meager abode
Eyes faintly bursting from his skull
Skin crawling across his starving flesh
a wriggling bucket of worms in coitus
Slithering across the bamboo floor
As he initiates rigor mortis
An unforgettable face
Lips that exude nostalgia
Memories of unsettling violence
Visions of past altercations
The desecration is prevalent
Scars of jealousy and aggression evident
Closes his eyes, kisses goodbye
As the fingers enfold across his broken features
A fate inevitable, a fate eternally sealed
The Onryo strikes with vengeance
A new victim is collected.
Eyes piercing like blades of obsidian
gazing, stalking, visage consumed with fury
Ceaseless anger, a woman violated and scorned
Cruel misfortunes of innumerable souls
Damned to hades
by a hand not of their own
A man with no fortune to abuse or lose
A night, peaceful, calm as a stillborn child
No voices, no squeaks or creaks
Like the infant of his wretched defeat
Mother and son passed very fast
Police confused, a killer on the loose
Atmosphere tense, a chinook carries ominous whispers
As Stringy fingers caress a self-made widower's pane
Gasping, wheezing, their lungs like hot potatos
Ashen strands and ragged kimonos
Encompassing his tortured visions
A crimson glow consumes his meager abode
Eyes faintly bursting from his skull
Skin crawling across his starving flesh
a wriggling bucket of worms in coitus
Slithering across the bamboo floor
As he initiates rigor mortis
An unforgettable face
Lips that exude nostalgia
Memories of unsettling violence
Visions of past altercations
The desecration is prevalent
Scars of jealousy and aggression evident
Closes his eyes, kisses goodbye
As the fingers enfold across his broken features
A fate inevitable, a fate eternally sealed
The Onryo strikes with vengeance
A new victim is collected.
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