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Trapped
Feb 25, 2009 21:10:17 GMT -5
Post by Tig on Feb 25, 2009 21:10:17 GMT -5
The moon is my master. It demands blood and death. I can do no other than to obey.
The need, The urge, The craving. It drives me wild.
I fight it. I hide. I am afraid. But it finds me.
When it finds me, Pain rips through my body, As the moon grabs a hold. It's grip is unrelenting. Only as I give in And accept what I've become Will the pain subside.
The moon's embrace wraps around me. It whispers in my ear. It's voice soft and seductive As it gives me the command. "Kill." And I do.
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