The Great KnifeA Poem by KatDarknessSo I recently started playing Silent Hill, and now have a slightly unhealthy obsession with all the grusome creatures within that town. Here's a poem about The Great Knife.A blade rapes mortal flesh; encased in filth, and Blood weeps through the stitches. Mutilate the weak with violent desire and lust for killing; you hold the Fate of sanity in your bloodied fists.
Town was defiled; left to decay Beneath the mists, obscuring minor Panic attacks; but what's a bit of brutallity Between us freaks?
Distorted beauty is the kind I love And loathe; your elusive weapon is my Yearning; yearning for death and deep, dark Graves for eyes.
I want to flay the flesh from your warped persona With the Great Knife you once held high © 2013 KatDarknessAuthor's Note
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Added on January 2, 2013Last Updated on January 8, 2013 Tags: thegreatknife, pyramidhead AuthorKatDarknessIrelandAboutMy name is Kathy, and I am a psychological horror writer, who enjoys philosophy, psychology, art, writing (duh!) reading books by Stephen King and Karin Slaughter; and writing dark, abstract poetry an.. more..Writing
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