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Mar 2015
This loneliness
Is like empty walls
An echo of silence
Bouncing back and forth
Reminding me of the
Darkness of my soul

Paranoia and the voices mocking me
Persisting and alluring
Showing me that ropes
Are of a Purple Velvet matter

Seducing ****** they are
Death by a wet kiss
Drowning in this glorious liquid and fluids
Tight ******* with profanities
Right against my sore body
Erecting me high
Deflowering my innocence
******* me off of any sanity

How can I resist?
Seductive words in glamorous blasphemies
Tingling all my senses
And then, with no mercy
Showing me a reflection
Of a hideous and grotesque monster

It is me
It has always been me

And in my despair
In my loneliness
In my own tribulations

Self-destruction
Might be the only way
Michael Caio
Written by
Michael Caio  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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