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 Jun 2015
Lachrymose and Lies
I like to watch you eat
While I grab my crotch and beat
To the thought of your feet
Bound to the seat
I lie awake at night
And watch you get a fright
When I slip my **** in dry
It's the most satisfying sight
You're lovely in the shower
When I turn off all the power
And ******* for an hour
Like the toughest little flower
You say you want to leave
And be some kind of free
That it's not okay for me
To treat you like a sheep
I slam close the door
And treat you like a *****
It's time to even the score
As you fall down on the floor
Honey you know I said
"You're the one for me, don't dread
The life we would've spent,
But you're safer if your dead"
Her skin was cold and blue
Like the things I felt for you
That left me so unglued
It's funny what love will do
 Jun 2015
Lachrymose and Lies
I invited the kids from school
To join me for a treat
I hung them from the basement ceiling
And cut off all their feet
I cooked the rest into a broth
And laughed at their defeat
I just wanted to be like everyone else
They say you are what you eat
 Jun 2015
Death-throws
She made me ,you know.
Remove blades from their housings
And sheath my soul.
Drive knifes and daggers into her back.
Part the flesh from bone.
Coward she cried. But gritting her teath for more
Shed lie here on on my bed. Or sprawled across the floor
Shed block my paths out.
My routes through the doors
She would make me harm herself
When she couldn't any more
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Tis funny
Is it not?
How us mad poets can splurge one minute on how wonderful
Our life is,
And the next we canst wait to die!!!
Silly poets we are indeed!!
What a life!!

Its as if we're all a bunch of manic depressive bipolar's/******'s in one mad yet beautiful symphony!!!
 May 2015
Lachrymose and Lies
His skin keeps me warm
I don't regret killing him
 May 2015
Lachrymose and Lies
It's not enough to say that I'd like you for dinner
You're far too pretty for that
Look at your hair so silky and the colour of goat fat
You're too pure for my taste
Too sweet for this sinner
But against my knife you feel so great
Will you moan for me when I make incisions
I am one hell of a skinner
For tonight you are one of my best decisions
And your head will make a grand hat
 May 2015
Lachrymose and Lies
Blade so cold so right
Taking a joyride across my body
Silver on white

Shaking hand to guide it
Tears, zips, leather and lace
Crimson escaping fresh slit

Lips, soft, supple, prickly
Unshaven you nuzzle and drink
My blood so desirable and sickly

Stop stop blood clot
Immune system allows you only some
You draw away you've had a lot

Violins in my ears
The room spins and I fall down
No sight takes away fears

I awake, white room, methylated spirits
Doctors tend to my open scars
The feeling is so right
 May 2015
Lachrymose and Lies
I've got an itch
A peculiar itch
An itch for ******
See he looks at me funny
With these bright blue eyes
I want to pluck them from their sockets
And keep them in a box
When I have his eyes I'll take the rest of him
And bury it in the backyard
So he may stay with me forever
And never leave
......
You have lovely eyes
 May 2015
Lachrymose and Lies
I'm inspired
Interrupt my reveries and I will slash you
With my keys
And stab my heel into the soft spot of your throat
Until you bleed enough for me
To write my ideas
In blood
 May 2015
Lachrymose and Lies
Silk, satin, velvet and lace
Bloomers aghast from raunchy strutting
Down the streets of London
1840
Men would drink arsenic
To be under your thrall
Asphyxiating themselves to be with you
The Colonels daughter
Out at night
Footsteps like raindrops you ditched your pantyhose
For delicious drips on your toes
Your fangs catching the light of the lunar eclipse on full
The hunt is on
 May 2015
Lachrymose and Lies
She is a smooth surface with rough edges
A doll with a face of milk and butter
But a heart with an iron gate
The slightest nick in her tattered dress
Could cause the gate to shut
And no more will she open her arms
To the beating of the doll-maker's heart
She doesn't mean to be bitter
but as fragile as porcelain is she may have to be
to keep herself from breaking
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