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Sin Feb 2016
Buried her in earth so dark and damp
Opened up her vein and drank
Sliced my sign on her thigh so soft
Took that ***** to heights aloft

Shrouded in black she lay interred
My ritual sacrifice she would prefer
A nightime habit I can't resist
Such sweet flesh I must persist

So quiet she lays bleeding out
No more tears not even a shout
As blood seeps into earth so dark
I feel elated my heart it barks
  Feb 2016 Sin
ryn
Let the poetry...
Write itself....
As the ripe new moon
strums the swaying
silhouettes of the night.

Let the poetry...
Write herself...
With the vast
expanse of obsidian sky.
Pocked subtly with the shy
murmurs of the stars...
Offering solace and peaceful respite.

Let the poetry...*
Write of you...
As the splendour...
Envelopes each unspoken letter.
Embedding words of warmth,
that seize my heart
in a state of enamour...
Before taking its majestic flight.
Sin Feb 2016
Hold onto cherished memories
Grab today by the throat
And open the door to tomorrow
For time runs out
And regrets can burn your heart
Sin Feb 2016
Under the mask hides the scars of pain
Forged by the knife when she was insane
Driven by guilt from daddies hand
When he used to play
His special game

Tears burn the lines that the knife has left
Reminders of nights best left unsaid
Closed eye's see nothing except the dark
Where the welcoming hands outstreached
Of death

Close to the edge she now stands alone
One more cut forever leaving home
He can't hurt her when she's gone
Unfair she knows
Her dying swan song

So lay her down to rest in time
The final cut came to save her
No more daddies little special girl
Just a sad alone soul in hell
Sin Feb 2016
Splice the life you've taken for granted
Wash away the dreams of tomorrow
Drown all hope
Burn all love
For you my friend
Never gave enough

You piece of ****
A real low crawler
Talking all that jive
Like a real hip slinger
You ain't better than me
But you try to be

Yeah it hurts when I **** on your day
See I'm a real time player
So get the **** outta my way
I'll always be the best
For that I cannot lie
So do me a favour
Shut the **** down
And die

There ya go again with all that cussin
Boy you gotta know
I ain't hustling
For when I tell you
Judgement day
Will come along
And **** you gotta prey
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