Evil Inside
By Liath
Evil Inside
Eyelids
Trembling
Soaking
Wake up
in blood soaked
sheets
But feel no pain
Knife on the table
Glistening wet in the light
Red..emanating
from your eyes
Crimson freckles dot your face
A split tongue
wipes razors
Bathed in blood
Naked girl
At the foot of your gothic bed
On her back
Deep razor cuts
On each side
of her neck
Poor blood
Like a dam overflown
You crawl over
Lower your face
And lap up
A mouthful
Velvety crimson cream
Covers your lips
You gaze into
a mirror and
let out a cackle of mirth
For you're gazing into me
Evil is my obsession
Evil is my reflection
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Copyright 2004 Liath
Published on Saturday, February 14, 2004.
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"Poetry"