Anarchist88
2008-12-01, 03:47
He strikes in instinct, he attacks without remorse.
He goes in empty, and comes out even worse.
He holds his tether to life like a writhing snake.
He is silent and unseen,
Only he knows the mess he will make.
His mind is a forest on Halloween.
Killing out of need, like following a ghost.
His mind is botched. He is chased along the coast
He trudges on his razor edge path to death.
A death he can be proud of, a death that will be heard.
Only when they are all gone will he take his last breath.
His shadow twists with the moon,
His life is dedicated to their doom.
The farther he gets, the quicker the pace.
He has one hand on his dagger,
And one over his face.
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Comments and criticism are encouraged.
He goes in empty, and comes out even worse.
He holds his tether to life like a writhing snake.
He is silent and unseen,
Only he knows the mess he will make.
His mind is a forest on Halloween.
Killing out of need, like following a ghost.
His mind is botched. He is chased along the coast
He trudges on his razor edge path to death.
A death he can be proud of, a death that will be heard.
Only when they are all gone will he take his last breath.
His shadow twists with the moon,
His life is dedicated to their doom.
The farther he gets, the quicker the pace.
He has one hand on his dagger,
And one over his face.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~
Comments and criticism are encouraged.