"From your ribs, I bloom,
thus ripping your womb.
Mine heart beats as it ravages your insides, clamour begets.
I run deeper into your grove,
yet a soul never felt such doom."
⛧─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───⛧
"Bloodied in dreams as I am in life, mine appetite devours light.
Father commands, my hands obey, my heart demands.
I shan't turn away from my duties
for they were bestowed with a blessing.
Yet a blessing I fail to see."
⛧─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───⛧
"Wriggle, wretched thing.
Twist your innards,
bare your jaws into flesh.
For your existence is a bane,
your genius is a torment.
Wrought upon Murder's arms you were,
for thou to gnaw."
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The Dark Urge's Poems
Poetry"My blood whispers. As if Murder incarnate I bear killing as my art. Shall Father descend? Shall I carve the hearts of innocents for him?" These are poems that The Dark Urge has written and forgotten. Hidden away from prying eyes, are the doubts, co...
