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Oh, how the night does make me mourn,
For the moon shines upon the blade of my sorrow,
And for once i feel remorse,
But why? But how?

Oh, it's dark out tonight,
And it does perturb me so,
My anger knows no bounds,
But why? But how?

Oh, how i hate the uncontrollable,
That which i have become,
The knife gleams in the night,
But why? But how?

Oh, i cannot take this much longer,
My blood-lust is not yet quenched,
All true blood runs red, but not mine,
But why? But how?
....very interesting poem. Its a 4-liner, but its good.
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Ass-Soul Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2005
I dig it :)
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H-P-Lovecraft Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2005   Writer
why thank you, so do i.
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SillySnowFox Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2005
good stuff
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H-P-Lovecraft Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2005   Writer
sure is, thanks for the favorite.
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krazyone Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2005   Writer
OMG this is a wonderfully and well written poem i admire your courage to write such a beautiful piece of work. keep up the hard work!
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H-P-Lovecraft Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2005   Writer
will do, thank you.
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