Monday, April 23, 2012

Michaela

She stirs quietly
As my body rests
Ready to attack
One blow, one kill
One silent swift movement

The smell of anger
While life stands still
Enriches the world gently
As her presence awakens
She is alive once more.

Coming out to play
Preying on the weak
Rejoycing the once living
She haunts her embodied soul
The one that shells her

The one world collapses
Spiritual stronger than physical
Flames burn screams echo
A world of non-existence
Internal suffering commences

I’m no longer alive
She has risen
Powerful and manipulative
Silent with deadly aim
I am Michaela

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