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Katy Garrett Jan 2013
Wind howls warning on the cusp of a ****** storm
Whispers of deep rumblings pass through the atmosphere like a shadowy phantom
Gnarled thoughts plague the conscience of the guilty
The stormy waves crash into a charcoal cliff, spraying silver foam of rebirth
A woman utters confessions to the unresponsive moon
Depthless eyes of the hunter track its innocent prey
A small child sings of a world far away
Someone wakes up screaming, their reality breaking like a sledgehammer through a windshield
Clothes torn on the floor, bodies entwining, trying to purge themselves of the monsters inside their souls
Passion blazes a wildfire, burning everything in its wake until it is snuffed
The storm comes, a roaring lion, attacking with vicious claws and hungry jaws
Death waits, arms open, to collect souls into its shrouded cloak
Temptations fly overhead like birds, settling in the nests that the foolish build for them
The storm ceases, the only sign the wreckage people drown in
But then the silent wind once again howls her warning, to those who bother to listen
Katy Garrett Jan 2013
I take short, shallow breaths
As Your fingers leisurely trail my thigh
I’ve already surrendered to you
I need my fix, I need your high

Your eyes lock with mine
Trapping me into your cage
Bringing me under you thrall
Forcing me to want you, to want it all

I need to feel you
I need you to feel me
I need you to control me
Under your command I am free

You fill all my senses
All I know is your taste, your smell, your touch
Your voice that brings me higher and higher
Until I reach my peak, then crash back down

Only to start all over again
On my knees, I need to feel your desire
I need to know you want it too
I’ll beg for it if you please

You bring me up again and again
Higher and higher each time
Everything I feel is you
My vision tinged with red,
my eyes the size of the moon

I love the way you look at me
Love the way you smack my ***
I love everything that you do
All my inhibitions gone,
everything belongs to you

all I can think is that I want it
That I want more and more and more
You know I’d do anything you want
That I’m your good little *****

I need to feel you
I need you to feel me
I need you to control me
For only under your command am I free
Katy Garrett Aug 2012
Just pick up the razor
Let it dance across your wrist
Dragging a red train behind it
Just let it caress your skin
  Bringing you into oblivion

Just swallow every last pill
Make sure ever last one slides down your throat
And even as your body writhes and heaves
Just relax into it, riding the wave
   Bringing you your sweet escape

Just leave your engine running
With all the doors and windows shut
Inhale the tantalizing smell of death
Just wait until you feel the fumes embrace you
     Bringing you home on a bed of smoke

Just hang some twine from your rafters
Feel its soothing massage around your neck
Say a quick prayer, and taking a last breath
Just jump, feet first, and don’t look down, listen for the crack,
     Bringing you the last sound you’ll hear

Just touch the cold metal to your head
Soft as a gentle kiss, with a velvet bullet tongue
You know your white walls would look lovely red
Just slowly squeeze the trigger, easy as she goes
      Bringing you into a state of ecstasy, fade to black

Just run into the pure blue depths, slick and serene
They’ll crash around you, knocking you down
Beating you, the way that gets you off
Just submit to the indigo ink, to the large rocks breaking your back,
Bringing you to your highest peak, and then silence

Just let yourself be free, forget about your troubles
And let Death’s cloak wrap around you in embrace
Taking you to worry free shores, painless cliffs
Just let go, just like you’ve always wanted
   Bringing you the satisfaction of release

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