angel of Edom

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I rise up at night without a stumble,
while I ponder, "What's the next best way to stir up trouble?"
I want to cause havoc, I need to raise hell!
I don't care if I get locked up in a cell...

I want to capture my next victim
as stealthy as the midnight wind,
I want to grip their throat
until the choke,
for oxygen they took for granted.
And I'll whisper in their ear,
"Don't scream or I'll tear
into pieces
your neck and throat"

I want to feel their goosebumps and standing hairs
as I drag them to their worst nightmare;
In one of my hands their now threatened life,
in the other, my glistening silver, sharp, shear
KNIFE

I yearn to hear them plead,
"I beg you, please, don't kill me!"
Just so I can laugh in response
ever so malevolently.
I want to see their warm blood
Drip,
Drip,
Drip.
I long to feel the silky crimson goodness
Fall from their body to my fingertips

I'm a menace, I'm a maniac,
I'm an angel of Edom!
I haven't any mercy,
not a fraction of love,
nor a shred of compassion,

My eyes are like my anger; as fiery and violent as my home.
My soul is as bleak as my preys' fate,
It is empty, alone.


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heyy,

thanks for reading my quite sinister poem; please tell me how you guys feel about it.

oh and btw, this was inspired by shadowhunters, hence the reference to Edom *wink wink*.

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