I want you to feel my skin
Then touch my skin
Then claim my skin
Then cut open my skin
Rip out my insides from within
I want you to make love to me
Then to destroy me,
Physically.
Like you did,
Mentally.
I want you to make art out of me,
Using my emotions as your paint brush,
My blood and guts can be the paint,
And use my body as the canvas.
We will call it art.

I think it's time
I explore my twisted side
I've got my rope
I've got my knives
I'm going out
for a new thrill tonight
a little psychotic
morphed into a lot
now I'm going to use bodies
to leave my Mark
And it's a shame that
you've crossed my path
Now I'll grind your brains to paste
now like Jagger, I'll lay your soul to waste

There was nothing better
Nothing that made me feel alive
Nothing better than to breath,
Let go of everything
And finally open my lungs,
air that is so fresh none could compare,
breath in the feeling of freedom

^¡^

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like a wraith your smoke doth rise
into sulphur yellow skies
a fiery raptor... awesome sized
where the sultry brimstone lies.

from the ash... so grey and dry
erupting with a piercing cry
as volcanoes steam and sigh
dancing on the sparks you fly!

the devil mounts your back to ride
over molten rivers wide
his golden spurs dig in your side
on the thermals... up you glide!

then you turn and make a dive
into the flames
where you may thrive
born of fire you survive
you were dead...

but now ALIVE!!!


soulsurvivor
(c) 2014
rewritten
(c) 3-17-2015