  This poem happened in winter of 97, that same creative day when I churned out some 7 poems. Had been listening to some hard rock, you know the Metallica, Black Sabbath kinds.. always been a fan of that beautiful cacophonic melody... Anyway, so the influence seems to have rubbed off on my rhymes too as you can see. --------------- Evil Me [08XII97] --------------- Lick the wound, taste the blood. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;relish the moment, roll in mud... Feel free, kill the herd. Shout & scream, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;for you will never be heard... Live in passion, die in pain, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;try to run, cry in vain. Where so ever, you want to be, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;you can never escape the Devil, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the Evil that is ME! --------------- 
