November 12, 2008
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I am the raven
or better yet--
the lurking vulture
feasting on decay
sipping likewarm acid
I do no deteriorate the way you do.
I do not decompose.
I impose
and compose
deep, dark melodies
of bones cracking
skin flaking
tongues brittle and breaking
sounds becoming silence
it is what I create,
and all it touches,
that destroys--

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RadChick23 said...
Nov. 17, 2008 at 9:18 pm
This is a dark poem, and i didn't not quit comprehend.. and i think that if you look at the good things in life you wont feel that dark, and all that hate.
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