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Let me possess you:
Pull you by the throat,
Lest there be an end to this
Carnal flame.

For I am the sin
You chose, and
I am the sin
You commit,
When you flirt with the devil, and
Lock lips with evil.

I am the guilty pleasure
You seek,
You crave,
You claw for.
Abandon yourself
In the embrace of this
Whiplash tongue.

Look me in the eyes,
I will warn you:
The devil will tempt you,
Walk no further. But do, and
You will feel
A burning lust,
Satisfaction,
The need and desire of your body,
Pushed to the edge,
An unbearable fire,
Whipping, the chains,
The violent thrusts,
The clawing of your skin,
Pinned to the ground.

The Devil will know.
You,
Forced to excite the
Flames within,
You,
Falling for this temptation,
This sin,
You,
Realizing I am the one
To release you,
Over, and over, and
Over again.

Until you willingly
Chain yourself
Towards me, and
I will use you
Like the slave you already are.
Let me savor each and everytime,
In this world-
That's going to destruct one day,
Vandalize each and everyone or thing important to me,
Let me savor each and everytime in it !

It's been long since I've found something to intrigue me,
It's been quite a while-
Having ups and downs,
My heart breaks and wails,
So poignant and reminiscing are those episodes,
At times I feel so low-
Fall down in my own sorrow,
And spill tears in abyss,

But now I say;
Let me savor each and everytime,
In this world-
That's going to destruct one day,
Vandalize each and everyone or thing important to me,
Let me savor each and everytime in it !
The function of a violet is to grow
out of dead leaves,
turning decay
into itself.
A poem too builds a little sense
from the rubble of life (what branches grow
out of this stony *******?). One and the other
flower according to their nature,
seen by those
who know what they are looking for.

A violet is not a poem,
but the message is the same.
The quotation in brackets is from TS Eliot's "The Waste Land".
A flash, a crack,
Twirling smoke
Sharp smell of powder
On the fume, slight choke

A flick, a twirl,
A clinking sound
Empty shells
Upon the ground

Don't even try
I'm locked and loaded
Accidentally deleted the original, so I had to try and re-write it. I apologise!
my heart weeps
at the thought
of you
in her arms

the dark
slicing away at me
like a cold steel blade
to my skin

the night
choking me
with my own regrets
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