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End (broken record sound)
written by Genocide Reaper09:25 AM 8/10/04I'm running in circles.
I'm fucking faster.
I can't take it anymore.
Just go ahead my beautiful personal whore.
Save me by giving me it all, all the way to the core.
I'm feeling the need to scream save my soul.
Rape it.
Caress it with Violence.
Express your emotions with chaos.
Infect me with a Sacraligious sayonce unto me.
Worship me, as you writhe from the fighting.
You can barely breathe.
I still need.
I can't give up.
But as I fuck myself Tired.
I remember I can never die.
And the situation for me.
Its never dire.
So let me be your Sire.
Over circling the Problem, conclusions, solutions.
A rise of Pure Anarchy.
I love it.
Fuck me.
I need it.
Take me.
I own you.
I'll rape you until I see cease moving.
I'll leave you in a pool of...Extra body fluids, some you didn't know you even had.
I'll fill you to the Rim of your Holes, each one very fast with my Bleeding Ooze. You need it.
Not I. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I can't keep my eyes open..And my hard on is pressing so hard against my jeans it makes me want ravage my monitor lol
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-10-2004 - 09:29 AM)
| lmfao!....fuck now there is a good note to end the night on...sleep well Poetry God |
by vampire_princess (8-10-2004 - 10:03 AM)
| oookkkk...that was a...er...odd...poem.......you like it freaky i guess..well how ever ya like it i guess..... |
by psycho_bunny (8-10-2004 - 07:32 PM)
| for all the oddness of it and the truth is that you scare the hell out of me but your poems are like... a black pool of darkness that are enjoyable to seep in to every now and then...
bravo my good man... *round of aplause* if this made no sence what so ever dont blame me... ok blame me but I have a good excuse. |
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