Ace Of Black Hearts

Silver Star - 3,239 Points (04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)

Killer Illusion - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Just another soldier of fortune with words as his only and last weapon.
The blood runs deep with the secrets he keep.
Speaking to the quiet night sky, apostle please come already and just kill me.
For I'm guilty and accept my fate.
So why the delay?
The drama has already been play out in this land of unguided, unjust futility.
Dreaming of the so distant moonlight memory.
A shadow of a circle that marks an early grave.
A subconcious travel of the depraved.
Yes I did that, and amist the all the demonic laughter.
Something was felt that just won't go away.
A dagger from the inside.
Weeping sorrows, captured in a photograph of a bloody scene.
To describe the mutilation of delight set upon light in a blazen gold fire.
Something is not right, no soul should take pleasure out such a sight.
Self analayzing, self medicating, difiblerating.
Somebody just breath for me.
Take this empty vessel, encase in a unbreakable vault for the evil can never be free.
Empty eyes circle clockwise outside of the mind.
Looking through the viel from behind.
Perspectives continue to change.
Rearranging what could construed as derranged.
Just becareful because this man could snap at any time.
Even as he is walking right past you.
A victim by trade, a victim by previous heart break.
Just remember he will always be delight to meet you.
A smile and some charm.
So what could be the harm, with already mentally disarmed.

Topic(s) of this poem: Demons

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 4, 2015

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