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Lanaia Lee Poem
I am chased by devils and demons dealt with from the past
This horrible thing that help me achieve fate
I didn't want the roll in which I was cast
I had no desire to play these unholy games.
Not one minute's peace since I destroyed you
Ridding the world of you all, diabolical plagues
Believe you me I have paid many many dues
When people used to mention your evil names my temper would flare like a gun powered keg.
Black magic, the dark arts all these I have seen
Ghosts, demons, and devils are all very real you see
Witches, vampires, and banshees, all kinds of demons and fiends
Always haunting me, I want them to stop, please hear my pleas!
Nights with full moons I do not like
When the wind blows cold I sometimes get an awful chill running up my spine
To me things of the supernatural genre are all the same
Creatures of the night are sometimes hard to define.
Ghosts, demons, devils hear my name
I will say it once, Van Helseng, ghostly apparitions to this world I will make sure you will not cling
All supernatural run and hide if you don't want to play my game
to the world I want to conquer evil and to this sad old world peace I want to bring.
Copyright © Lanaia Lee | Year Posted 2017
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Lanaia Lee Poem
I just don't understand why I am here at the police station
They tell me they brought me in to question me on what I might know about a murder spree
Why are they questioning me? I know nothing about murder, I know nothing under the sun
They even have me handcuffed to a desk, they must think I might flee.
But there is no reason for this, I haven't committed a murder or a crime
Then two men come into the small room, all they keep saying is confess
Confess? To what? I don't know what they are talking about so I remain as silent as a mime
I only say I had nothing to do with this murderous mess.
Still insisting I am a killer, I search my mind and just as before there is nothing I know
They tell me this killer has killed ten people in a most bloody and horrendous way
How can they even think I could be this insane foe?
If I knew anything I would tell them without delay.
They start to believe me, I think, so they want me to talk with a psychologist, a head doctor
I agree to the request just wondering what is it they think they will find out
Then a smart looking lady comes into the room telling me she wishes to talk with me a little more
She promises to get to the bottom of this, of this she has no doubt.
She wants to put me under hypnosis all I can say is," Why not?
It takes her a few minutes but then I am no longer who I was
Another person comes forth, someone I don't know, someone filled with anger, filled with quite a lot
I see this other person doing and saying awful things just because.
This person I see him trying to entice a girl, but I never see his face
He talks the girl to going with him, this I can clearly see
Then I see a flash of light, a reflection I think, then a look of pain on her face
What I see is the blade of a knife and in it's reflection, I see his face, Oh my God what I see well it is me
Copyright © Lanaia Lee | Year Posted 2017
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Lanaia Lee Poem
I just don't understand why I am here at the police station
They tell me they brought me in to question me on what I might know about a murder spree
Why are they questioning me? I know nothing about murder, I know nothing under the sun
They even have me handcuffed to a desk, they must think I might flee.
But there is no reason for this, I haven't committed a murder or a crime
Then two men come into the small room, all they keep saying is confess
Confess? To what? I don't know what they are talking about so I remain as silent as a mime
I only say I had nothing to do with this murderous mess.
Still insisting I am a killer, I search my mind and just as before there is nothing I know
They tell me this killer has killed ten people in a most bloody and horrendous way
How can they even think I could be this insane foe?
If I knew anything I would tell them without delay.
They start to believe me, I think, so they want me to talk with a psychologist, a head doctor
I agree to the request just wondering what is it they think they will find out
Then a smart looking lady comes into the room telling me she wishes to talk with me a little more
She promises to get to the bottom of this, of this she has no doubt.
She wants to put me under hypnosis all I can say is," Why not?
It takes her a few minutes but then I am no longer who I was
Another person comes forth, someone I don't know, someone filled with anger, filled with quite a lot
I see this other person doing and saying awful things just because.
This person I see him trying to entice a girl, but I never see his face
He talks the girl to going with him, this I can clearly see
Then I see a flash of light, a reflection I think, then a look of pain on her face
What I see is the blade of a knife and in it's reflection, I see his face, Oh my God what I see well it is me.
Copyright © Lanaia Lee | Year Posted 2017
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