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Daughter of Death

Poetry By: sineadmc1990
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It's a toss between death of innocence, mind fuck, horror, gore, slight erotica (which i'm sure you'll love), and pure talent.

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BTW: Myself, WhiteWolf and Dmonik/ThePseudoMe are taking Dawn Prest's crown; she is givin up writing. Hopefully for not too long, but still...


Submitted:Sep 27, 2007    Reads: 578    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


so innocently dressed
she stands alone
in the middle of the playground
watching young bodies interact
it amuses her
to watch them
run around outside, playing
oblivious to her true intentions

alone she cries
mourning their lives
of wasted tears
and untouched fears

she chooses them
one by one
learns their names
to make a list
of her victims
ticked off
one by one

alone she cries
mourning their lives
of wasted tears
and untouched fears

~*~*~*~

i am proud of her
she is my child

who would have thought
that the offspring
of death and god
would be so
beautifully terrifying?

dressed from head to toe
in pure white lace
she is an angel
linking the enemies
of immortality
she claims the lives
of the immoral mortals


~*~*~*~

she watches intensely
her eyes combing the crowd
wanting to taste them all
feeling their blood
drip into her mouth
arterial spray drowning
the screams of the lovers
of the angels of death

alone she cries
mourning their lives
of wasted tears
and untouched fears

the moral immortals
back her every move
the immoral mortals
are her victims

alone she cries
mourning their lives
of wasted tears
and untouched fears

she is beautiful
she is his
she is pure
she is fear
she is beauty
she is terror
she is angelic
she is death

alone she cries
mourning their lives
of wasted tears
and untouched fears

her tears do not fall
for children she loves
but for their lives
so wasted and lost

alone she cries
mourning their lives
of wasted tears
and untouched fears

~*~*~*~

she chooses him
he too is alone
she walks up to him
head held high

alone she cries
mourning their lives
of wasted tears
and untouched fears

his name means fear
and scared of her he was
but he found her charming
her eyes magnetic
her smile enchanting
her dress pure

together they cry
mourning their lives
of wasted tears
and untouched fears

~*~*~*~

she took him
leading him by the hand
to her mortal home
where she took him
into the basement

she drugged him
and until he was sleepy
she waited

as sleep flew down
and took the sanity
out of his soul
she chained him to the wall

to his tired eyes
she revealed her true self

the lace fell away
the beauty faded
her eyes darkened
her teeth changed
her eyes glowed red
the demon inside her
threw her into the hell
that she made herself

she whips him
until he bleeds
for he does not beg for mercy
but instead groans

he is just a child
but so is she

~*~*~*~

my child
my beautiful child
what has she done to you?


~*~*~*~

she licks his blood
drinking it down
as the angels of death
fall silent in awe
in the presence
of a genius' work
but their tears fall
out of envy
for they want to be
the ones drinking his life
but she is their princess
and death is their king
her mother is their enemy
but the angels of death
do not care about that

she cuts his throat
from left to right
with a blade so heavy
she has to use
both of her
poreclain skilled hands

the skin pulls apart
the muscles break
the blood vessels open
the blood pumps out
and gives the
angels of death
their weekly drink

his eyes bluge open
his throat closes up
his life ebbs away
his love for her dies

~*~*~*~

how dare he love her
his thoughts damaged her
and stopped her torture
if he had not thought it
he would be suffering
at her skilled hand


~*~*~*~

she screams for freedom
she begs for forgiveness
she cries for his touch
she wishes for his love

she does it out of habit
she does it out of love
she wants to escape from it
she kills for his approval

she wants freedom
she wants to die
she kills instead so
she can have peace of mind

she is the innocence
she is the dead
she is the dead innocent
she is not the innocent dead




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