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posted on Apr, 28 2014 @ 06:59 AM
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Blood trickles down her velvet white hands
She never knew it would be like this
She hung her head in utter despair
The blood was hot and more red than a rose
She struggled to move... She felt frozen
Her heart was racing and skipping beats
She tried to scream and her voice failed her
Her black wings were now stained red




posted on Apr, 29 2014 @ 06:34 AM
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Shall I be here
To draw them near
All my evil ways
With me till the end
Breath taken away
Mind never ceasing
I'll draw you in
Make you evil too
It's just what I do



posted on Apr, 29 2014 @ 06:40 AM
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a reply to: natalia
Treading a darker path, young Nat.

Interesting.



posted on Apr, 29 2014 @ 06:51 AM
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a reply to: beezzer

I don't like this dark path... but it sure does bring out more poetry.

Thanks for reading..



posted on Apr, 30 2014 @ 12:04 PM
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Writers can pull from different places often emotion is the strongest. Fear, Anger, Regret, Remorse, Hate all such strong emotions and though it only appears to be more inspirational or easier to create from.

It is all a mindset though...





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