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Stinging With A Need
written by SuperBob09:52 AM 8/9/04It's no longer the weekened but still I want my blood
It's no longer the season but still my blood seems ripe
Oh what a beautiful sight I find in the red crimson light
But no...I said I wouldn't...mayb'e I'm just tired
Maybe it's because I can't...but whatever it is is making me pant
Please just slice me one last time?
What if I got down on my knees and cried you a tear of salty wine?
I'm begging you now...yet you resist
How can your self control last through all this? |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
wow...train of thought derailed and ended up somewhere else...i was suppose to be writing of how my weyes sting from not sleeping
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Genocide Reaper (8-9-2004 - 09:56 AM)
| I still say its beautiful. |
by Trapezium (8-9-2004 - 09:58 AM)
| how beautiful!... i think ti's good that the train derailed otherwise we wouldn't ahve a poem of this splendour... keep them coming... just make sure the train doesn't crash! |
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