T H E D A M N E D I am a creature of the night The taste of blood is sweeter than wine What I fear most is glaring light That hurts the skin of mine. And every night I spread my wings And in the sky I pass the moon I hear the nightingale that sings My victim will be found so soon. I have to kill to stay alive I'm damned to hunt the total time Before I finally can thrive And eternal freedom will be mine. And then in peace my soul will rest My mortal body is condemned My heart stops beating in my chest My hope for cure lies in this end. (c) by Phil, a.k.a. one of THE POETS OF DARKNESS
Reason for writing:
This is one of my first poems. I just wanted to do it.
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