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Sentience Slain |
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JP Senior Member
since 1999-05-25
Posts 1343Loomis, CA 
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The mood is upon me. Fighting its grasp, is mere futility; feeding its thirst, by my very throes. Jealousy, gloom, bitterness swirling in my head, dizzying me deliciously. An occasional focus, to allow a cobra strike, and relishing the sting, I've visited upon you. Your words are meaningless, your assertions useless. No one can stand, against me now. Because the mood is upon me. Hateful, spiteful assaults, my locquacious daggers dropping you, lifeless, and I gloat sadly over my fallen prey. Subjugation of spite, to allow brief light, golden, shimmering light, to touch my mind. Only to wrap itself inside, safely away. For the mood is upon me. Stolen thoughts of joy, replaced by dreams. Bloody in their vehemence, the slaughter of innocence, the destruction of youth, the feel of my hand, gripping your slowing heart, in its icy metal clutch. Smiling, eye to eye, I squeeze the essence, from your paling soul, for no reason other than, the mood is upon me. ------------------ Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn. JP |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
Subjugation of spite,To allow brief light, To touch my mind Only to wrap itself Inside safely away. JP, This is a good one....very cerebral...these were my favorite lines! (vehemence is aslo a fav.word :~) !! BTW...Thanks for posting your comments on Forgotten Ones. I left a reply there for you! I made an adjustment. Can you tell?? |
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