Breath Of Death...

8*8*8*8*8*8*8*88*8*8*8*8*8*8*88*8*8*8*8*8*8*88*8*8*8*8*8*8*88*8*8*8*8*8*8*8 ...Breath Of Death... ...8*8*8*8*8*8*8*8... Roses are as Red as the lips of night; Violets are as Blue as their hearts. They feast off the weak and live on their blood, by relying on Strength and their Smarts. 8*8*8*8*8*8*8*8 Lemons are as yellow as their teeth after Death; Limes are as Green as their greed. Watch for the shadows lurking in the breeze; your life may be next for which they shall feed. 8*8*8*8*8*8*8*8 They thrive off the scent of eternal pain; they live off the warmth of your Breath. The feeling brings them pleasure in the night; like a flash of light they bring Death. ;';';';';';';';' S.S.Snapp 11-94 Author's Note: There is something about the night that draws me in. I inhale the dark. I feel eyes that I cannot see with mine. I know that there is another world that lives and moves freely when most of us are asleep. I wish I could see the shadows’ flesh. I wish I could be free from the trance I am in when the sun sets. Do the creatures wonder about us as much as I wonder about them? Who is who? Who is what? Do they have labels for their mystery? Are we living a part of their history? Are we the flesh for the feast… do we feed the beast? 8*8*8*8*8*8*8*88*8*8*8*8*8*8*88*8*8*8*8*8*8*88*8*8*8*8*8*8*88*8*8*8*8*8*8*8I hope you enjoyed the ramblings of my mind... Written November 1st, 1994 © on Nov 14 2001 03:51 AM PST   0 • 1