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Author: Choleric Mist
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Reviews: 4 - Published: 02-08-05 - Updated: 02-08-05 - id:1829566

A skeletal wreck;
Crimson stained upon shattered white
Look further- more damage
Though shadowed within the night
Such a grotesque view!

Rotten, decaying flesh;
The colour of deepest green
Look further- such monstrosity
This thing, a human being
Now an unearthly fright.

A blackened soul;
The eyes, once vibrant, so hollow
Look further- less life
What a gift to never bestow
To see passion.

Torn and shredded clothes;
Covered with oozing, scarlet liquid
Look further; peeled skin
A carcass once appearing solid
Now a flooding display.

An inanimate object;
Poised above the slaughtered
Look further- it shines
Such an old fashion method
A sharp, silver knife.



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