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HOLYFUCKINGTERROR Oct 2013
Gothic Erotica
Gazing into her crystal eyes
not a glimpse of light
in her pale illustrious orbs
her couture matched
the threads of a goddess woven by silk
never has the world heard such a harmonious voice
her hair as black and glossy
like raven feathers
a frame so divine
complexities came to mind
that god himself was almost unable to
carve a radiant smile as glimmering
her soft skin made her known
as the temptress of the night
her sweet mouth sang of hymns children slept too
the curvature of her chin wickedly attractive
following the course of her smile to her rosy cheeks
the ring on her finger is one of saturns
the hue from her lips are as red as foxes
burning with infinite intensity.

Her pale forehead knew every answer in the universe
the glow between her eyebrows majestic
her third eye spoke of exquisite beauty
holy light was her aura
angels danced around her
shrouding her body with stardust from the heavens
butterflies applied her makeup
whenever she arose from her chrysalis
revolving the world on her throne
without a bead of pressure to perspire
her vocals an instrument to my heart
listened to with wild passion
luster from her skin expensive as gold from India
her existence was solace
for rational reasoning alone
unflawed her lips reached mine
under the eclipse
the shadow of my phantom
caressing her hips
my wild craving tasting
what it it truly means to be in love.

The orchestra of her movement
can save a man from death
her words whispered to me like rhinestones
the touch from her waxy hand
trembling across my stature
cracking, shaking
with electricity at every fiber
pulsating from my heart to hers
capsizing from secrets dripping in my ear
she treats me to more wine kisses
traces of her ruby red lipstick
on my chest
her lofty thoughts completed mine.
the golden trim of life
seen throughout the land.
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HOLYFUCKINGTERROR Sep 2013
Violent Kisses
There is a certain rage I only have for you
it makes me want to burn down buildings
and rescue you from what I alone have caused
nothing can be undone, when the walls
of your castle has been burned down.
I would drown your body in the crystal lake
where I first saw you bathing
as little fawn do with their mother doe
my most rewarding treasure
all mine for the taking
you would still shine brighter
than any jewel deep within the crevices of
unknown planets.

Leading us both to a place
where I feel no guilt
for shredding every piece
of your wardrobe off
with my fangs repeatedly.
Your helpless only I can save you
from yourself
only I can satisfy
your insatiable lust the moon
has showered on your climatic dreams
craving my touch more
leaving you ******* in ecstasy
dripping in sweat, fiending for control
I can provide you with
pining for release
your frenzy  for me becomes a danger.
My heart is your dungeon decorated
with violet curtains with fluffy trimming
and a silk golden rope to pull
when you acquire more blood
to fill your whine glass
listening to your screams
please my ear so.
my vernacular will tingle your ears
as I speak of shooting stars
and meteorites.

The darkness within me shall
haunt you if you ever were to escape
this dream paradise
we created with lost thought alone
tormenting your mind
ravishing your body
ten million *** slaves in one
and the light will never dim any lower
than the pure disgust and hatred
of the cellar you are locked in.

A dollhouse of nightmares
made of obsidian bricks
your anxiety and wit
fulfill me to the core
of leaving you empty
so very pale and deliriously in love
the scars from my whip
our fate tied.
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HOLYFUCKINGTERROR Jun 2013
3am
My head pounds, her words like sticks of dynamite.
we broke off the fantasy,
frustration would become my savior, or would anxiety
angst continue to become my true self?

Pain has never felt so embracing, as to want to kiss it.
leaving behind the dreams that meant so much to me
rain falls from the sky
whispering sweet lullabies to our children.

the frequent reality, staying in place
satisfied by the seconds
leaving my eyes as they are
my mind in peace.
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HOLYFUCKINGTERROR May 2013
Wrestle With Adonis
**** my heart, inject me with purple darts
painted by Da Vinci  murdered by a work of art
breaking bars,
jammed my hands through broken shards.
****** by eternity,
the monster that came back from shaking mars.
doomed and colossus, middle of the mosh pit
I live for the funerals and party with the Gothics.

Tasting the hatred, who knew love was the flavor
cries as time flies, spits in the night sky
boiling our emotions, our love drowned in the tide.
dowsed in turpentine, serpents hiss down our spines,
lasers set to ****, ideas are nautiluss
the precious rapture precedes to rage on our kind.

The sun becomes the hottest
when power becomes modest.
reality for the fiction
more gifts for the gifted
everyday lost until the power levels shifted
weird, lost, and strange
most recognized of misfits.
killing off the normal to become different
one more guest to become a witness.
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HOLYFUCKINGTERROR May 2013
dark milk
crude words written on the tablets
cheats stuffed in the ballots
swirling glass of wine until
the ballet is the her only talent
threw a challenge at the mountain
revenge was her mask
snakes became antidotes
poison in the flask.

evil ingenuity staring off line
stripping the magnetic links
my sphinx, a catatonic palace
crooked vowels, my larynx torn shut
fruits become evil when love turns malice.

racing with the moment
speeding within the second,
her lips crashed on the cave of my chest
blessings turned to lessons
extremities that matched my thoughts
only wore them on the weekend
dressed in perfection
i ****** out her mind,
deemed it a weapon.
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HOLYFUCKINGTERROR May 2013
Little Mountain
culture burned off my fingertips,
splinters, morphed into unsightly locusts
behemoths are used to scavenging.
peering at the soft light,
the seconds flew by,
humming quietly.

a voice mystified the atmosphere
the walls began to turn
reveling in my pattern sinking
deeper than paradigm.
stardust clouded the room
all was natural.

most would call it ambrosia of the mind,
what matters most at heart is failed to be recognized.
candles whisper their oak secrets.
one would, prefer a wine tasting
licking off the fine print left behind on the fold.
illegality, temperament, bitterness.
a lifetime wouldn't be as cold.

once again, gathering my thoughts
smoked cleared the room
only lipstick was left behind on the chalice
what remained of my vision
was merely the clearest confusion.
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HOLYFUCKINGTERROR May 2013
limelight
poetic her movement
brush strokes on my chest
*** claws that break laws
goth, the scent of her breath.
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