The Monster In Man
Desperate for hopeFutures turnin dark
Desperate for dope
Faint is the beating heart
Desperate to cope
Losing from the start
Deep is the thicket
Amongst the poeple wanting
Deep is the picket
Into the happy heart
Deep inside they stick it
To kill the vampires urge
Surge of crime rages streets the unwanted are defited
The cycle is repeated the lust for pain
Repeating the process again
Stone cold in the winter night
For fear the monster well reunite
The only chance one can take
Is the chance I will make
Chance the warewolf is real
In order to understand and feel
Sacrifice is made myself I must kill
Poetry by cory Crook
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2009-10-09 at 08:13
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