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2.1k · Jul 2012
Casket'
Backlit Desire Jul 2012
casket, casket, buried deep, will you ever let me sleep?
rising inch by inch to the top of ground, let out that beast that sleeps so sound.
poking, rotting, stench filled air, shall you occupy dying despair?
without a word, up forth it springs, to the madness that my heart still gleams.
crazed and cursed for ever more, you will decompose way before.
maggots squirming, loss of life, this is something made by a knife.
keen and sly it slips so nice, from under your chin it was a slice.
draining red no more, soaked and breathless upon the floor.
"why?" you ask, we'll never know.
falling faster ,faster for hells repour.
sticky, slimey cavern walls, over and over the calmness calls.
she lost her mind and found a pill. taken before against her will.
now she writhes and moans only to gurlge on that pink foam.
fading darkness coming fast, never did she think it would be her last.
now the demons tear and bite. each one overjoyed by her fright.
choking, coughing unable to breath, he sat up with liquid running down his sleeve.
razor clipped tendons from wrist to rut. an elbow bent like a ***** ****.
draining, pale, eyes rolled back. now its time to hit the sack.
another one found that their dying breath was nothing more than a **** fest.
painted senseless, it never to be told. lied, cried, denied, inside, confide.
let out that evil sin so i can make you live in hell again.
the devils might, needed no more, yet watching me from below the floor.
gripping, grabbing, groping, nothing to hold. not even a light in all the void.
wither, wasted, wonton, worthless flames flickering among your decrepit names.
say it once to me now! now again! i say. let me hear you forget to pray.
casket, casket buried deep...will you ever let me sleep?
1.8k · Feb 2012
Hypocrite
Backlit Desire Feb 2012
The subtle words spoken were not subtle..
The soft touch was not very soft..
****** profanities never heard?
Yet I climb this mountain under your river
I dive from the loudest intersection
into a reality pictured only by you..
1.1k · Aug 2012
Sweaty Palms
Backlit Desire Aug 2012
Hours of wait
simply left by the gate.
Nerves on edge.
Mind racing
racing
racing !
Twitching and fidgety.
Squirming.
Wet and wrung,
these sweaty palms
will never forget.
Ages like eons you have been told,
that I was the one who left you for fools gold.
Now the time awaits for answers to be met.
Will you believe?
Oh the these **** shakes and shivers.
Twitching iching...
**** These
Sweaty Palms

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