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Its morning?
written by Genocide Reaper05:43 AM 8/10/04| It took so long to see just what I did.. I was so fucked up and she was my Vessle..She's breathing, and her stomechs moving so I guess she's still alive.. Although I got her Wrist bound, face drown in blood, with a Tie of chains around her arms, and a metal bar seperating her Legs..Spreading her apart. Keeping me Ever so near, as I yet, keep my soul so Clear. My Reasons, jumbled, and tumbled together within my Mind.. Is this how I obtained that Peace of Mind? I guess with her Arms bound, and her Body demobalized, and my Thoughts rampant I could do the math. She was layed onto her stomech, barely breathing, slightly moving, her skin pale, hair a Purple like black, and her lips a Dark rose. As I look down at myself, I can see dried blood..Crust like Cum.. causing a Reaction, a head full of memories...She was abused. I looked over my shoulder as I was sitting on the edge of the bed, letting the night before echo in my head. Her waist was arched, as in the air, stains of what I left all over her thighs, and sheets. All of the things my Dick did meet.. Oh my aching Head...Dried blood all over my hands, and the everlasting smell in the air. |
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Wake up after a good rough night.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-10-2004 - 06:07 AM)
| holy hell...i know these are probably getting really redundant...but my vocabulary has been killed by your poems...but fuck...that one had me hook line and sinker....i couldnt look away until i was done...and then ikept staring |
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