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Kristin Cole Poem
Shattered thoughts pierce into the flesh of the souls betrayed
Wicked wounds forced beneath the crimson blade
Her last pain-staking wish to be taken under graceful Cherubic Wings
Will fall with Faust- A sacrifice to which no knowledge can be seen
Darkens descends with sickening pride
Wounds sting whilst they start to cry
Deceitful settings viewed with pale, dead eyes
Blur and darken only to die
A soul being sifted into the hands of fate
Descends below in an abomination of hate
Stained forever in a loathsome, spiteful pain
The gate shall open for all the slain
Hell's angels cry for joy as they court solace with one another
They cried heaps of crimson rain down upon the newcomer
Then staring up with blinding eyes
Matricide children told her their lies
On how they've never done any wrong
Whilst the angels start to weep in a harmonious song
And to think woeful thoughts that had brought her to fault
A world's wretchedness brought her to a sudden halt
If only visible desire was shown to stop hurting her so
Lucifer would have perished her not, like a nymph-like foe
Wishing the diabolical hell was all a dream,
She closed her eyes and began to scream
Tears began to streak her face
She ripped open her eyes in a menacing pace
Then staring down at the twisted nails of fate
She woke with sudden uttermost hate
Copyright © Kristin Cole | Year Posted 2008
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Kristin Cole Poem
Solace lacks in the crimson night
Diabolical vindictiveness lessens the light
Drink up your absinthe and feed on unsheltered prey
Not to walk beneath unmarked shadows at day
Fearing the loneliness consuming your soul
As well, blood sinfully shed for sense of control
Courting dread mentally within your being
And loosing sight in what you are seeing
The corpse of the earth keeps proposition in sight
When you are walking alone in the dead of the night
Copyright © Kristin Cole | Year Posted 2008
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Kristin Cole Poem
Rip out your eyes to see only me in your mind.
Take hold of my hand as I drag you to Hell and never bring you back.
I shall slip pain into your hands and it will be mine that you bear.
And as you cut out your tongue to hold in your lies forget all that you know about
love as you have been blessed with a curse.
Slit your throat to feel the world suffocating you as you rip out your heart and hand
it only to the one that can break it.
Now you can honestly say you know how I feel...
Copyright © Kristin Cole | Year Posted 2008
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