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Dark eyes look up from a lifeless corpse
An evil smirk on the pale face
Stained teeth drip blood on a dusty floor
The sucker of life gleams in the darkness

So purposeful are her movements
You would think she’s always been this.
A creature of the darkness. A being
Of pure evil. But she wasn’t

She was once a girl.
Innocent and perfect.
High on life, love and laughter
A smile never far from her face

But age, life and experience are cruel
And the girl began smiling less
Laughing less. Loving less
As dispar and darkness filled her days.

She distrust all she sees and her eyes turn black
Black holes that not even the light can penetrate.
Her rich brown hair turns the colour of a raven’s feather
And her heart becomes just as black

She sees around her pain and misery
Life is one big heartache.
She cannot stop it, can’t change it
So she has changed herself

A creature of the night, feeding
On her former brethren.
 Extinguishing the pain from others
By ripping their painful lives from them

Beauty becomes the beast
As life kills all that is pure
All innocence grows and becomes unclean
All lovers are eventually left alone.

What’s the point of life?
Go through the pain and all you get
Is death




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On Wednesday March 12th, 2008, Geisha (752) writes:
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