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the soulless within my soulPoisonous and deadly she is like snake she hisses and growls to the moon
Unstoppoble she is because of the ferocious glare
she looks at me with those eye and traps me like the prey i am
Her hair flies in the wind around her stunning face that from afar looks like the finest porcelan but stronge and smooth as marble to touch
Oh, the lovliness of death that i seek and now found
The richness in red of the blood that flows down ther fingers
A true medieval legend come to life and my heart
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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