i hav been gone from deviant art for a whelile, paopel were wondering were i wuz. i think i shalt make a poem to x-plain why i wuz gone. it waz hard, but now i am bak.


i reeapeer in the darkest nite
i wuz gone for long but now i bite
into your arm to suk ur blood
the blood flowz out jsut like a flood

i dissapeared into ythe dark
to escape the fear when your car hath park
because it parked in a darkended space
and the cops they sprayed me in teh face

I queschoned why their lights they blink
and they tell me for the blood i drink
my prey he was a broken man
and i awaited for him outside his van

he asked me coud i spare soem change
and i sucked his blood right from his brane
he screemed at me and told me nooooo
but the red back blood it starts to flo

then he hit me with a too by fore
and i awake opon teh floor
i see the lites, they come for me
this darekd world wont set me free

with guns in handz they tell me freeze
in my darked pane i drop to kneez
i tell them that my sole is black
and then i new i must attack

he sprayed me in the face with burning
it hurt my brane, i do no learning
i grasp ohpon a weery hand
like sargeent pepper and his lonely band

i felt hiz neck and sparted biteing
and then the policeman started fiteing
he hit me with his darekened pole
a pole so black, like my inner sole

wen i awoke on a colde harde floor
there were lots of bars opon the door
i scream for woe! and it is not heard
like a wingless wing without a bird

the other people called me fake
and made me eat a toilet cake
i sit in darkness wateing to dye
as my inner sole its starts to cry

the judge he said i wuz not right
i said it wuz him that lost this fite
for i told him that his sole was dark
and that i will meet you where you park

and then i said i'd take his sole
and then they threw me in the hole
and for thousands of years there i did sleep
as my sole would lerk like a creepy creep

they let me go in a copple days
but on my leg this box it stays
they say i cannot leeved my home
but this iz where i rule my throne

with mouse in hand i will not change
i feel this evil place it doez derange
for my teeath they thurst for lots of blood
so i sit here typeing lots of crud

and so i shalt till the end of tyme
right in right and right in ryme
i have returned to the darkend world
a darkeded sole un loved and blurelled