Kevin's Watch

You people will probably want to get rid of me after this.
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Death

Grab the knife by the handle...
Hear the wax drip from the candle.
Creep into the room without a sound...
Feel the anger of you verses the sleeping mound.
Duct taped wrapped arms...
Peel it off so no screams will be an alarm.
Make your move so very fast...
Because this peaceful slumber will not last.
Slap the tape on her lips.
Press it hard with your evil finger tips.
She wakes up and stares at you horrified.
You stare at her completely glorified.
You take the knife and make the first slit...
While the flickering candle still stays lit.
The crimson blood drips on the ground...
And now you can't hear the screaming sound.
The body lie limp and still...
Congratulations... you made your first kill.
Now let the body go because you're done...
Now come over here, and I'll teach you how to use this 99mm gun.

-Death
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Descending Into Darkness

Walk with me now,
for comfort is now fright,
Hold my hand now,
Daytime is now night,
You head is tall,
Heart beat slow,
But the darkness surrounding,
the Evil does grow.
We walk further now,
Descending in the black
You never want to turn around,
You never look back.
Your eyes grow narrow,
as fog does surround,
You see no sight,
Nor hear no sound.
The heartbeats thumping,
as blood surges though,
I'm not afraid anymore,
Not afraid of you.
My eyes, wide now,
Peering through the fog,
tripping over rocks,
stepping over logs.
The darkness has no ending,
It Doesn't fade away,
The Darkness doesn't' have a clock of time,
Or a month or day
I turn another corner,
squinting to see some light,
but the darkness haunts me,
blinding over sight.
A lonely shadow sweeps,
over my wide eyes,
Now I know you're gone,
I can not hear your cries,
You left me with no reason,
You left me no goodbye,
You left me with a worry,
You left me with a cry.
You are not here now,
now I'm all alone,
but it's to be brave,
that you have shown.
The Darkness will break me,
eventually I will die,
You left me with a worry,
You left me here to cry.
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The Girl That Sits in the Corner

The girl that sits in the corner,
the corner where she crys,
The girl that sits all alone,
and let's the happiness die,
No one seems to care about her,
or give the time of day,
She never says anything,
She's got nothing else to say,
I can't look directly at her,
in the corner of my eyes,
the girl that sits alone,
in the corner where she cries,
The girl that sits in the corner,
is only in my mind,
when they are, always cruel,
she'll always be so kind,
The girl that sits all alone,
is an image in a mirror,
When I look straight at her,
I see myself, true and clear.
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I don't even know what mandragora means.
Mandragora

Mandragora you scream in the night
Bring unto me your magical life
Your power and your essence
I tremble in your presence
The ancient's they were right
I need you by my side
Your poison calls my name
From the land in which you came
My strength is magnified
My search for you has died
You give me all I need
I speak in tongue's your creed
I now have all control
I feel you in my soul
You'll always be with me
As long as I believe

Mandragora or mandrake : a narcotic plant Turiya, for someone who didn't know what Mandragora was, you were pretty spot on about it in your poem

I said that I found those! I couldn't ever even hope to write anything that good. Those are courtesy of Chaotic Vampress.

Ahhhh!!! I thought you meant that you found them in the back of a drawer or in an old book or something.....my bad

Anyway.....at least you know what Mandragora is now

Yeah, too bad my creative oil well has dried up. Must have been a 24-hour talent thing.

Just put your pen down, go outside, take a deep breath and have a little fun.......the creative drive will return

Uh huh. I did that. All I came up with was, "There once was a man from Nantucket." Imagine having that repeated over and over and over in your head.

24 hours of talent is more then what most of us has!