My Evil Creations
The artwork and poetry on this page is done by Wildone...aka...Christina.

� Destiny is just a rising sun,
And my soul waving a loaded gun.
Holding this gun in my hand,
I will finally make my final stand.
This pain and hurt I cannot deny.
The anger and hate I will hold till I die.
I look into lifes cracked mirror,
And lifes lies get clearer and clearer.
Leave the dust and rise into the dawn,
And finally have this hurt be gone.
Look deep into my heart and mind,
You wont see hurt, only lots of pride.
Because how I feel deep down inside,
I will always cover, I will always hide.
No one ever wants to ever lend a hand,
Simply because they dont understand.
How do I continue, how do I survive?
How do I keep the blood inside alive?
How do I survive lifes complications,
Yet, continue to be put in the same situations.
And you'll always see a smile upon my face,
And my own blood I long to taste.

A.R.T.D.
8/98

The stars are gone,
The sky is blue,
The birds are out singing right in tune.
The sky is calm,
The trees are green.
The devils gone and kept unseen.
But in my mind the sky is roaring,
The birds and world are boring.
I do not see beauty in anything.
I feel my mind, body, and soul is a total ding.
I know what needs to be done,
And my name is written in the barrel of a gun.
My head hurts painfully, Not as in a headache.
But as if it is gone.
I feel a sharp pain in my mind,
And the thoughts are so unkind.
Everything is either running in total chaos,
Or it is empty and at a total lose.
C.M.H.
3/97

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