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smoking in the dark
written by Genocide Reaper10:11 AM 1/9/05| Cold has set in, I begin to wonder about all my sins, I can see these images in the darkness. I can see the stars flashing brightness, blue and red, stretching the universe thin. Depictions of dead babies impaled into trees, something tapped my shoulder, I wonder how many demons are free. The smoke I exhale surrounds this creature in a hidden veil. Seductive and dangerous, yes so enticing this demoness is. A cold pressure upon my chest, all of the things now gone, that I thought was for the best, here I am limitless in my quest, seeking out what it is that fuels my numbness. Her touch can ignite a flame, or freeze me in place, to have me swirling around her heartless soul, and to kiss her face, what a vacant space she must have in store for me, thus I must seek out the reasons to bleed her, to feed her, to give her what she needs, this darkness that consumes me, this lust that controls me, these feelings never end, so I dare not pretend, I just push the envelope further into the slot, maybe the demoness in her shrouded veil, will enjoy the feel of this special mail. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Trapezium (1-9-2005 - 02:01 PM)
| I never thought it possible, but your poetry's getting better. I especially love the line "The smoke I exhale surrounds this creature in a hidden veil."
On a different note, I haven't talked to Tonya for months, what's happened to her? |
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