Nothing here for you knife **** the platitudes count my teeth so vve can be equal brush aside the curtains so curious of all the tick tocking love mocking eons ago black tar lip locking a death so LOUD it's deafening can you see? are you missing? can you feel? are you listening?
Hi there I am drunk alone in the dark again **** poetry && vvhat you think you knovv about it pump my ego hoping for a pump of your ovvn looking in the mirror hey self, ******* self death vvill **** your soul you ******* ***** life ****** ****** death is going to love you love is going to death you mash you the **** up sleep hard pounding heart hi heart, ******* heart die already **** in the toilet morning come Clonidine after noon Amlodipine future ashes for us
Thrashed interminably to find a Death like this, Death like this; digs d e e p , to make room, for you: that obdurate; swart; gelid; merry-go-round. In the centre of maelstrom; tranquility lives, as 393 echos evaporate amid Amaranth & Hibiscus, Amen.
I am lost to the winds, but a feather, nor you the wearer - This time is brief and incandescent, a well salted egression ... A trade in place - Too otherworldly for you so I sail the ocean alone, you are shorelined and it's time - Farewell.
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I will fall on cold earth minerals deposited by you long void of insides this aperture is at it's widest heart visible like a flower to be plucked but to departure ... a black dove
Love tongue in cheek, inside; shiny teeth: fry up your gristle, having guests tonight; we dine, play with our food and display fine raiment. Glimmering pearl trinkets, strung up on chains; gifts from oral cavity: pass a napkin? please and thank you all the same.
Come, prize this serpentine tongue; in where men have been known to vagabond. Why fancy so long in secret? Only to deny your landscape, unto barren desert. Dared to venture these dark hallways, where knocked on doors would be answered; yet your desire remains tussled.
Peeking into my window making love to my skin you bring about a smile soon you will hide for what will seem like an eternity my truest friend covered in thick cloud you lose to the cold I will wait patiently for your return
◄Tongue wielded like a knife ******* vocabulary without remorse I penetrate your breastplate with a surgeons hand I dig deep into where soul resides just to etch my name over your spirit
I never read books in my earlier years; to learn of ***** placement: I just dig in & make a span; of chaos without reason. Left behind, victimized; I'm proud of what I do: if you survive; time heals a lot, but I really hope you don't.
I always figured there was something something deeply wrong with me but then I come here to see that there is more of something wrong with all of you I suppose misery loves company or so I have been told but I would know of no such thing as all of my company is buried by sore shoulders
Waiting patiently for you in the dark that place you dare not go to bash your reservations in like a piñata devour you whole as the ***** I was meant to be you were borne unto me to die in my arms tonight
The magic behind that unknown; what holds it up? Against time; above it all: a reflection to tell on every move, undoubtedly a midnight wonder. Cast from the teeth of perennial being; closed eyes make not a difference.
A perforated rhythm the pith of you that keeper of epochs and secrets placed at an end on a table through dark adroitness I became God and Death on that day
No* *extra salt on these taste buds Garlic; a thing of the past Cinnamon; might as well be Garlic never, a bath in the sun switches it on However: it seems I'm not allergic tothe taste of your beautiful ruin, it's magic, the dark *all consuming
You embrace me like a loving mother & complete my anticipation, holding my hand all the while, gazing into my eyes. You lull me into rest, oh Death, lover of flesh.
VVe could strip skin from faith crank volume on regret degrade linens under flex visit all of our depths imprint hands into bone grind these teeth into dust lie your secrets safe vvith me say a prayer aftervvard?
If I were to write an a u t o b i o g r a p h y, would you shlick your eyes to it? Glean my every molecule from it's pages; pick your meat biters with my ribs, run out and tell the world all about this unknown.
Inside that cylindrical container, a pseudo survival; j u s t a little m o r e s e a s o n: tongue the span of human nature, take it out for a spin; like you own it, stick a fork in it! These eyes are vacant; Death is home now.
Sole paragon, dreamland inamorata, spend a moment; drovvn me in your vvaters. Slake this surreptitious tongue, before it turns to dust, guide my hands hovv you see fit; there's no reason to not. Love can get you high but ... I vvill travel as lovv as you vvant.
I had no idea that we were this pathetic, stranded on our emotions - Lending out what we erstwhile harvested for keeping, hoping for something new; among this debris, that we call ... LOVE.
Send to press, this late night killer, fearful tears; a thick marrow: deep respire, O' claw at straw; an animal instinct, tsk,tsk. Eyes tonight, blotted out; reason is mine. You: bound, distended; beautifully, bleu.