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Jan 2022
My love, my life
bound by mind, lust and blood
You a toxic ****
Me, a forest infested

You eat my heart out my chest
I watch you cut it out
Spice it with passion and meaning
and put it back,
clean knife marks dressing it

She touches her lips to mine
As soft as possible,
Placing her hands around my neck.
I feel the rough itch of rope
The tightness I crave
The sudden lunge down, a crack

This will get brutal, if im being honest
She whispers in my ear,
Kissing my ear lobe
Biting it off,
Leaning up, smiling
Blood running down her mouth and neck
Spitting it out

My lovers in a closet
Stuffed into bags,
the stench covered
by the smell of loyalty
My one and only
Lies in a bath of blood
Maintaining her beauty,
only for me.

Harmony and peace
is all I take away
The beauty I see
is a masterpiece at work
Art being composed
Like drinking aged whisky watching the world end
The freedom, the peace, all finality

She pears to me
The look of purity
A creature in its natural form
Bathing in its habitat
Waiting for prey,
Or a mate
Something to love, to eat...

I stand in awe
dropping my dignity
Kissing her blood soaked mouth,
blood covering my hands,
the Warmth enclosing my body
Her eyes show me a path
A path I dont want but cant resist,
I want her...
We have three masks, which one are you wearing right now...?
Damian Jarrod Slabbert
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Damian Jarrod Slabbert  25/M/The stars
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