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When the moon is full

When the moon is full its blood boils….

Wishing I could turn from darkness to light

Searching the cold abyss of the night

My blood soaked hands

My withering past

The desire to kill, burning deep within my soul

It encases itself around me, that craving to kill

Although I may look harmless, my clear blue eyes and pale skin

Tonight I go stalking, forgetting carnage is a sin

The only way I know how survive is to slay

Tormented by my broken past

I seek to strangle all who confront me

Drowning them in my blood soaked hands…

Its blood boils when the moon is full

At first, there was absolute silence.

And at least, there was absolute silence.



In between, it's a(n)

Emotional silence, that'd kill with bare hands

Attentive silence, absorbed in the environment

Thoughtful silence, wallowing and preparing

Embezzled silence, bored in self indulgence

Quiet silence, uncomfortable and unwanted

Subdued silence, waiting in the wings

Meditative silence, which can move heaven and earth

Dogmatic silence, enough said about it

Comforting silence, no words could describe it



In this communicative silence,

Someone,

Say something

Or, not.

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guitargoddess
17:06 May 10 2008

very interesting.i like it.i also have some interesting writings in my journal,so stop by and give them a read if you have the chance!

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