The Dark Urge's Poems

"My blood whispers.
As if Murder incarnate I bear killing as my art.
Shall Father descend?
Shall I carve the hearts of innocents for him?"

These are poems that The Dark Urge has written and forgotten. Hidden away from prying eyes, are the doubts, confusion and urges that never saw light.

I hope you enjoy it, for this will not only be about his torment, but his relationships.