litriturelovers

You know I think that it is time for you to go... Yeah boy better know, I'm an ancient poet, With a modern rap flow, so- I think it's better that you learn to let it go... Ain't no third-rate writer; I won't let a poser hold a candle to my lighter, because- My name is Chen, I'm the Dragon of the East. My reputation now makes me out to be a beast. But you'll find that I'm probably a really nice guy, Just before I take a fork out, stabbing your eye. I can't help it, I'm just a little insane. Mom blames it all on my video games. But it wasn't the screen that left me craving for blood, It was the twisted little bitches in this world of mud. S

He seemed to stare at you...without eyes. He stood directly in front of you, no more than five feet, now. He stood tall and erect at first, but bent his knees to become eye-level to you. "Wh-What the hell a-" he placed his bony, pale hand over your mouth. You couldn't move. You were paralyzed by pain and fear. And this thing seemed pleased by that. Where his mouth should be, it began to rip, and seep a fluid...a fluid much like tar. it dripped to the ground, melting through the grass and plants. It looked worse that anything you had ever seen. It was grotesque and disgusting; resembling tearing flesh with oozing black, infected blood, his mo