Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan

Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario Canada
Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan
Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario Canada
Saturday, December 16, 2006

Creatures Of The Night

I curb desire like a creature of the night.
My thirst for freedom like the blood of a slave.
I wear these chains sparkling gold and bright.
I Fear the terror of my minds mass grave.

For the stones in my cemetry mind
Are tattered and stained with devotion.
These thoughts are of the Mysterious kind
With the haunting of this perpetual motion.

I go to this closet and open the grey door
Pulling out the suit of titanic black lore
I slip on this disguise for the wicked
The foolings of their minds are my ticket.

Poor Scarlett knows not what shall be.
When her life will transfer from her to me.
When my crimson eyes will hold her soul.
And her body will lay lifeless and cold.

To steal a soul you must claim it as your own.
With these eyes I gaze into my prey.
Attack I shall in our moments alone.
To take the life of beautiful Scarlett this day.
Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan

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