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The mindset of a fallen angel
This is just some stuff on my mind about various things.
Another Poem


An evil little girl, in an evil little dress
Sits down to lunch with invisible friends
They live in her head and come out when she needs
Companions to help her plan her deeds

For when night falls and she sleeps in her bed
Her soul will travel the star lit town
To feed an insatiable urge that abounds………

She may visit a classmate, a neighbor, or teacher
Maybe a family member or the churches good preacher
They all could be victims of what she does conjure
A murder she commits with her minds kinks and twists

Mommy and daddy rarely agreed when it came to their daughter
They argued and snarled about all the details
Thy both saw things different about the little girl
But lost in this nonsense they couldn’t see her

Ignored for as long as her mind could trace back
Her head set out on a track of its own
It snapped and it spiraled, it curved and it mangled
Until it came up with a nice source of outlet

When the day becomes rough and she just wants to scream
He tears never form in her shining hazel eyes
She sits and she smiles as though all is fine
And she laughs at the TV set out before her

When the house quiets down she remembers the day
All the noise and the yelling that her parents continued
All the jealousy and abandonment built up inside
So she laughs to herself and lays down to rest

Oh yes she’s aware that these emotions breed death
She knows that they cause her soul to run rampant
And she know in the morning she’ll wake calm and happy
That she’ll smell blood in the air per the crime she committed

Just be warned…. the next time she sleeps she just may kill you





This is a Poem I wrote this past summer


She sits in a room, just a plain room...
Lack-luster white walls, polished hardwood floor, some simple furniture
All alone she travels through her mind
Such a scary place to be lost... she sees things no one ever should
Strange scenarios, creatures...and different forms of herself
A panic rises in her as she traverses this land of oddities
She wants to get out.. she wants to go back to that simple room
As she walks and looks around, she sees a light in the distance,
It must be a way home and so she runs to it
To her dismay it is just the back of her own eye..
She is trapped in her mind and lost to the world.
She peers out at the room and realizes how long she's been lost
For now the simple furniture is covered in dust
Vines are coming out from the polished floor
And they are growing up the lack-luster walls,
Some already starting their way across the ceiling.
She sighs, and a tear comes to her eyes
Now she has realized that she will never get home....
She must spent forever lost in her own thoughts,
Left to deal with it all...
The fears, fantasies, dreams, memories, hopes, and all else that dwells in that dark place.





Sarcophilia
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