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Movement stopped, halted, none.
Running around in a furry of indulgence
Releasing enmity, feeling apathetic, lethargic, nostalgic.
Fuck living and loving. Fuck dieing and burning.
Blank faces haunt my euphoria, screaming at me, tearing at my security.
Self indulgent foolish child, burn in the sanctity of my conscious.
You will never see light, you will never feel amorousness. You will cringe day after day in your sin. Rotting flesh torn mercilessly off of your bare bones. Rancid smell of decomposing carcasses fill me with a repulsive pleasure. Indulge me. Sink your putrid teeth into my ivory canvas. Drink.
Weep only for a moment dear child. Victim of deceiving decapitation.
Screaming through stitched lips.
Blood dripping from your tear ducts.
Embellish me.
Feast upon me.
Love me.
But only for a moment.
malicious, scandalous, and conniving. All your favorite horrors released in blankets of wrath.
Blankets of filth.
Body diverging with lust. With envy. With sin. Sweet, sweet , sweet sin. Delectable. Delicious. Luscious.
Hate my soul, but spare my heart.
Devour me whole. Devour my flaws and insecurities.
Melt me to your mold. Breathe with me. Die with me.
But only for a moment.
But only for a moment.
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Awesome
This is my favorite out of your postings! Really reminds me of "Saves the Day" lyrics. I am really interested in the darkness and composition of your thoughts, great work. I hope to browse by ur collecection very soon.
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Hey thanks for checking out my poem! I have never heard that song before, but I'm looking it up now! Thanks again.
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Its actually a band
check out there lyrics... i think u might like
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This is so real,like you just wrote and wrote and wrote without thinking about it,almost stabbing the keys on your computer,fuck it fuck fuck it,that sort of writing,i know this feeling,i cant believe i read rancid smelling,i used the same words in a poem on here which i wrote when i was really feeling messed up,angry,all that,this poem is so similar,,,,its freaked me out.
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It seems as though you always find that one minuscule window in my poems, that leads to my mind. What you described is exactly what happened. I was overwhelmed with emotion and let myself go into this tantrum of a writing, let myself go into this poem. I would love to read the poem in which you are referring to, if you could send me the link or title? Thank you again for your stiflingly correct comment. I look forward to reading that poem.
-Kitten
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