by Kris Koments

Created on: February 08, 2009   Last Updated: March 07, 2009

"Evils Remorse"

An alley of darkness where evils gather-
the stench of rot, a bloody shower.

Self-mutilation, but cuts of shame-
this darkest hour, they drip my name.

Burning soul of mine, eternal this prison-
cascading red with the blood of children.

Not I, but they will be forgiven-
for from the depths of hell, I have risen.

To devour the guiltless, I lay in wait-
for euphoric oblivion. I am the drug of hate.

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