Silent Anger
2009-02-14 19:43:06 UTC
Fowl odors define my being,
Insects creep upon my skin,
A tangle of snakes replace my heart,
My very breathing is a sin.
My bones, jaggedly contorted,
A face that's ripped to shreds,
Empty pits where eyes once were,
Deteriorated skin that's bathed in red.
A grin that's wickedly deceiving,
A tongue split like a snakes,
Spikes protrude my neck,
Like the candles on a cake.
My presence is so black,
I have a shadow in the dark,
Evil flowing through my veins,
Touch my skin and feel a spark.
I feed off of your sorrow,
I live to hear you scream,
I am the Keeper of the Damned,
Compared to me, Hell is a dream.
-Kara-