Evils Remorse

The Power of Hate

Kris Komet
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.

Published by Kris Komet

I've been traveling around for the past few months,(work related,) but have managed to finally settle in, Lord willing. I hope to be doing most of my writing here from now on and I hope that everyone will...  View profile

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  • Dawn Hawkins4/28/2010

    Wow!! :-)

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