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an old poem
Claws
Sharp silvery nails of death. Thin but long as cats claws. Edges that have power to rip flash. Small pale flesh on the bodies of its victims. Big long cuts left by the sinful claws. Warm on your flesh and ice cold in the wintertime on your pink skin. Red and dripping with venom's coldness of your blood. Tiny things keep at your feet of your tender flesh. The one who drives its sliver claws through your untouched skin knows no pain or fear of death. Ignore the torturing pain and let yourself be a victim to mad crimes. :gonk: This one creeps me out. |
Wow... sounds like whatever the poem is about is like... a demon cat... and the poem does sound really creepy and suspenseful xD but I liked it, though I would have loved if there was more XD.
Advice (in case you wanted any, it's in white in case you don't ^^"): I'd just recommend cleaning up the lengths a little. It's really long on some parts but really small on others. Great poem though ^_^ |
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