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Demonatachick
Poems
Mar 2017
Ꭺนt๏ѕαяς๏ρнᎪᎶᎽ
. Bite tear and shred,
This impulse in my head.
For the pleasure i do destroy,
Oh how my fingers bled.
Pretty little teeth, like knives in a pearly sheath, their vicious imprint lingers in the wounds upon my fingers.
Bite tear and shred,
This impulse must be fed.
No pain too feel it's in my head,
No pain to feel nerve endings dead.
No way i can conceal,
my flesh that i do peel,
my Blood starts to congeal,
my skin it slowly heals.
Fresh for another day,
to take my mind away.
When restless fingers lead lips astray, in this oddly calming, destructive foreplay.
autosarcophagy, thank you to everyone for reading and liking so much of my work, i really appreciate it
#demon
#stress
#nailbiter
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