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I am the one who owns this game This game of cat and mouse; the chase Not him, not them, not those The men Who think it is in their place The ones who covet the loving gleam In a woman’s drawn up eyes But then tell her that she was no more Than a ***** a **** filthy pennies in disguise They leave her rotten, confused, revised Writing sickly poems of love and gore Reflection in her puzzled heart Rebuild the sloppy, slaughtered gears, restart and then restore I have written those poems too, When I bore marks of the lost and broken whispered words, shaking from my lips, of things yet unspoken Now I need no more For poetry unheeded brings more sorrow on which to thrive And anyways poetry writes itself for me, Cause I have eaten it, alive I have learned the trades of love And unlearned how to feel I threw my heart away gladly For the others I could steal I am the one who pulls you in, Not you, strong soldier, the statue, clearly cut and manned I am the one whose glistening strife Slides, dripping, through your open hands I have the voice, purring rolls of silk, Emerald slants, gaudy blue feathered eyes Lupines bloom upon my lips And foxgloves on my thighs I have the sterling studs of class The cocky robin smile, A drink like silver wine am I From a savory crystal vile I have the shift of gentleness, A tender, blooming embrace You hold nothing but trust in me Adoration upon your disgusting face But I know something you do not That only I have the key Patience until the shaking burst A monster waiting to break free She howls and rips your heartstrings raw Ignores your pleading glance with glee A smirk, a sneer, arched lips pause Knowing your demise is our reward We won’t stop until you cease to be I have strength beneath my beloved monster’s wings The power to bend with whip-like throw Each man I take, battles for my neck And I slaughter each, basking in the glow We have done this for ages Sold perfection, curving laces at every door Like gypsies we steal what you cling to most Our silver infused fingers beckoning for more Love is no longer fun for us We crave deception, challenged lies, We’ll never give you what you want Only slay your mind and watch as it dies As the madness creeps on mottled claws And you beg and plead curled up in pain Letting us in through your wracking body rocks A glimpse, peeled back to reveal the stain So pound the floors as much as you want Drag splinters from your drooling cavernous screams Throw yourself away again and again Cause I will never leave your mind, Having sown myself into your dreams I am what you think about What you've sold every scrap of yourself for But I am a fake, a mask, the satin covered machine What you fear will reap your corrupted core. You never knew that all I want Is to take but never give To ****** but never stay The girl who steals your love to live And buries it in your own decay After every sumptuous feast, We give a trill, a gauzy lilting stream Notes lift our cool heads high Poised waiting for the choking screams And as we slide through fractured lives, My monster and I We ponder the day we'll wake in hell Eagerly awaiting the reward for all our lies For we're not scared of death or flames Flickering bodies of damnation Cause we know we’ll live forever In those suffering from love starvation --Lily
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Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 12:44 AM UTC
This is My Game
I am the one who owns this game This game of cat and mouse; the chase Not him, not them, not those The men Who think it is in their place The ones who covet the loving gleam In a woman’s drawn up eyes But then tell her that she was no more Than a ***** a **** filthy pennies in disguise They leave her rotten, confused, revised Writing sickly poems of love and gore Reflection in her puzzled heart Rebuild the sloppy, slaughtered gears, restart and then restore I have written those poems too, When I bore marks of the lost and broken whispered words, shaking from my lips, of things yet unspoken Now I need no more For poetry unheeded brings more sorrow on which to thrive And anyways poetry writes itself for me, Cause I have eaten it, alive I have learned the trades of love And unlearned how to feel I threw my heart away gladly For the others I could steal I am the one who pulls you in, Not you, strong soldier, the statue, clearly cut and manned I am the one whose glistening strife Slides, dripping, through your open hands I have the voice, purring rolls of silk, Emerald slants, gaudy blue feathered eyes Lupines bloom upon my lips And foxgloves on my thighs I have the sterling studs of class The cocky robin smile, A drink like silver wine am I From a savory crystal vile I have the shift of gentleness, A tender, blooming embrace You hold nothing but trust in me Adoration upon your disgusting face But I know something you do not That only I have the key Patience until the shaking burst A monster waiting to break free She howls and rips your heartstrings raw Ignores your pleading glance with glee A smirk, a sneer, arched lips pause Knowing your demise is our reward We won’t stop until you cease to be I have strength beneath my beloved monster’s wings The power to bend with whip-like throw Each man I take, battles for my neck And I slaughter each, basking in the glow We have done this for ages Sold perfection, curving laces at every door Like gypsies we steal what you cling to most Our silver infused fingers beckoning for more Love is no longer fun for us We crave deception, challenged lies, We’ll never give you what you want Only slay your mind and watch as it dies As the madness creeps on mottled claws And you beg and plead curled up in pain Letting us in through your wracking body rocks A glimpse, peeled back to reveal the stain So pound the floors as much as you want Drag splinters from your drooling cavernous screams Throw yourself away again and again Cause I will never leave your mind, Having sown myself into your dreams I am what you think about What you've sold every scrap of yourself for But I am a fake, a mask, the satin covered machine What you fear will reap your corrupted core. You never knew that all I want Is to take but never give To ****** but never stay The girl who steals your love to live And buries it in your own decay After every sumptuous feast, We give a trill, a gauzy lilting stream Notes lift our cool heads high Poised waiting for the choking screams And as we slide through fractured lives, My monster and I We ponder the day we'll wake in hell Eagerly awaiting the reward for all our lies For we're not scared of death or flames Flickering bodies of damnation Cause we know we’ll live forever In those suffering from love starvation --Lily
The-Night-Owl
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The-Night-Owl
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Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 12:44 AM UTC
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