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I saw the bright steel. It leapt from your lips. Madness come tempted, black, angry, eclipse. Once we long courses, abounding hardships, Challenged together; no thought to call quits. Then came war, sparing No knife, not caring. Weapons used knowing Hate they were growing. Now The Blade launched. Locked target, unstaunched. Why would my death cause You cheer, your applause? Fierce hatred burning, your soul: scorched dune land. Splaying, filleting at prayer's demand, The Blade, a weapon convention won't use, Hot steel released to new heights of abuse. Mean dark cold ore pulled from lowest of rungs, Loosed screaming weapon, with all of your lungs. I sob and I puke, my chest you incise, Ribbed wall tore open, my heart you excise. Betrayed and agape, a lie, said as true, Avulsion of flesh you cannot undue. You dare speak of truth, while feasting on gore, Gorging on heart's flesh still lusting for more? Gnawing and biting, perfumed in blood, hot, Savoring my fear, your reeking soul's rot. Biting and chewing, the taste, the sweet gift Love ended proving. This pain, you call shrift? Colors of freedom, Speak my vein's plight, Face red, soon turns white, 'Till blue spells goodnight. Eternal the rest, That's destiny best. I sleep not so blessed, Your teeth in my chest. You claim it's okay, it was not from hate, Tears shed for me just carnage's playmate. Ruby sobs marking the cheeks they striate Fearful in knowing, in death I await.
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
Madness
I saw the bright steel. It leapt from your lips. Madness come tempted, black, angry, eclipse. Once we long courses, abounding hardships, Challenged together; no thought to call quits. Then came war, sparing No knife, not caring. Weapons used knowing Hate they were growing. Now The Blade launched. Locked target, unstaunched. Why would my death cause You cheer, your applause? Fierce hatred burning, your soul: scorched dune land. Splaying, filleting at prayer's demand, The Blade, a weapon convention won't use, Hot steel released to new heights of abuse. Mean dark cold ore pulled from lowest of rungs, Loosed screaming weapon, with all of your lungs. I sob and I puke, my chest you incise, Ribbed wall tore open, my heart you excise. Betrayed and agape, a lie, said as true, Avulsion of flesh you cannot undue. You dare speak of truth, while feasting on gore, Gorging on heart's flesh still lusting for more? Gnawing and biting, perfumed in blood, hot, Savoring my fear, your reeking soul's rot. Biting and chewing, the taste, the sweet gift Love ended proving. This pain, you call shrift? Colors of freedom, Speak my vein's plight, Face red, soon turns white, 'Till blue spells goodnight. Eternal the rest, That's destiny best. I sleep not so blessed, Your teeth in my chest. You claim it's okay, it was not from hate, Tears shed for me just carnage's playmate. Ruby sobs marking the cheeks they striate Fearful in knowing, in death I await.
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ross-j-porter
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
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