Sinister Mind Entry

 
Hungry, Hungry Crows


[font=Times New Roman]I watch without watching,
using every sense,
absorbing
tiny changes,
tiny interests,
the excitement is exploding,
right out of
my chest.

I hug my enemy,
they not knowing,
I'm only,
measuring their graves.
And I hunt them with fun,
like a child
searching for Easter eggs.

The sounds of tortured
screams, I've found out,
makes me giddy.
I hold them near, petting
their heads,
marveling at their
quivering body.  

[color=Brown]    "Shh, you don't want
          the crows to hear.
          I can smell their hunger,
          they'll take your soul away"

Sinking hearts,
as the bolt is set on the door:
locked. No budge.
Helpless they cry, scream,
their lungs out.
They're Fucked.

And I laugh,
oh but, I laugh,
my body heats up with the urge.
the thirst,
to purge the wickedness,
the blackness,
with sweetness of
blood.

                "Silence my dearest,
                  for outside there are crows.
                  Growling, they crave,
                  maybe to take your soul"

With the perfect disguise,
I prowl the streets,
and I lust for more.
I wanna behold,
blood-stained
cries,
with nail-carved
art,
decorating my floor.

Time is nothing,
but space for me
to continue my dreadfully
sweet, horrendous game.
With a face watching,
without watching,
I have little lose,
by loving their
howls of pain.

               "B-be quiet, you p-pieces of shit!
   [color=Red]              Hahahahaha!
                           For n-no one will n-never know!!.  
                            After your screams n-no longer
                         a-amuse me,
                  it'll be time,
   to feed the crows...[/color]"