Camerastry

A flame that flickers so brightly,Burns into the dead of night.

Its going to happen again... Please no..not again... Why must you torture me so? why do I process this unforgivable curse? Am I truly to become this monstrous BEAST! That you must turn me into, For when you are whole and bright, Up in that damned forsaken sky! For thou I cannot, Nor must not even look at oneself. For I will see those distressing flicker of images That conceal my very thoughts. Of mans flesh and the thirst for blood. It sickens my very core, But.....OH NO here it comes yet again! Another full moon awakens it...it is time To let the demon out once again for the hunt, On those poor unfortunate beings.

There's this girl That has such beauty, However you must not be so easily fooled, By her appearance, For it is what's hidden beneath That sun kissed skin so fair. Is a much darker being so rare, That looking straight into her eyes. You will not be able to bare, The sheer evilness that will trap And torture your very soul, If you shall indeed stare.

There is a woman waiting patiently, Near the far end of the Train station, To whom could she be possibly be waiting for? Or rather what is it that she might be waiting for Should possibly be the question? The Station all around is indeed rather chaotic, Stressful and indeed quite packed. Yet there she was a lady standing, Happily in the rain. With her colourful brolly, As she stands there to be rather jolly. So on this dreary day, While all seem lost in misery, To why is this woman indeed quite so cheery? She has such a colourful soul, Is it of that, her multi coloured brolly.