O My Soul Cries Out

How ignorant they truly be
To think an iron gate
Would ever suffice.
Their world
holds not the strength
to defeat my nature.

There is a melody
rising among the frozen people
growing to a still small cry.
It is the rhythmic beating
of a latin dance,
Powerful, intense,
finding power
as each day I survive.

The souls I feed on
never die.
Their blood has left behind
Crimson stains upon my face.
Screaming still, their humanity.

This mask I wear
it torments me,
Forever clenching, clawing at my flesh.
Never ceasing,
Never fully satisfied.

Tik Tok
cries the ebony clock.
Another has fallen.
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Wiped away by the swinging pendulum,
of that ebony clock.
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Dec 3, 2012