Pete's poems from the night.

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Blood on thoughts.

From pale wispy skin flows intoxication
Treasured till the last drop of life within
Savoured is the dying sigh of an angel
Ending a glorious symphony of screaming.

A bloody smile glints in the moonlight
Eyes closed to a life of experience
Breathing to circulate this soul about me
A feeling of rejuvenating essence.

I wonder upon your quiet emptiness
Wether you are now at peace or no
In these anticlimactic silent moments
Just myself and a corpse all alone.