Saturday, April 9, 2011

Better Hope

When the moon is full and bright,
You will tumble into the night,
Tossing and turning you try to fight,
Falling into the abyss,
You will burn.

Burning flesh,
A rotting corpse,
Better hope that it's not one that you love.

He withers up,
And turns to dust,
Crying out in agony,
He is gone.

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