Zitat von darkangeljessica am 14 Mai, 2007, 0959 Uhr

An old poem I wrote on school shootings and before anyone asks no I'm not going to shoot up a school -.- every time i post this poem someplace at least one person asks me that....

There's something in me
Haunting my mind
Telling me my deepest desires
Tell me all the things
I keep locked away
My minds a dangerous place...

The demon's dwelling
The demon cries
Telling me
They all should die

Try to fight it
Knock back the urge
But the demons powers surge
I want to release
My tormented soul
But the demon says wait
For their bell tolls

The demons dwelling
The demon cries
Telling me
They all should die

He is calling
Gaining power
It's growing and growing
By minutes days and hours
Better run
Better hide
I don't know how much longer
I can keep him inside

The demon's dwelling
The demon cries
Telling me
They all MUST die

That's it
Oh sweet release
And time for the lesson
To you I must teach

The showers of blood
Rains of happiness
The leagues of screams
A hallelujah chorus
The cries for help
The magnitude of my deed
The cold metal to my head
I am free

The demon gone
His cries die
I listened well
A violent death they died

Now my soul dwells
In your mind I cry
And all ye surviors
Just wish you had died