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horror is horror’s beauty
horror is horror’s obsession
temptation’s is horror’s beauty
temptation’s is horror’s lust
lust is lust of horror
lust is lust of beauty
beauty is a obsession of horror

beauty is a obsession of lust
a feast of obsession is a feast of horror
a feast of obsession is a feast of beauty
feast is feasting an obsession
lust is a feast of lust
lust is a feast of horror
lust is a feast of beauty

beauty is a inner beauty
beauty is a inner obsession
a inner beauty is a inner obsession
inner is inner of lust
inner is inner of horror
a inner feast is a inner beauty
a inner feast is a inner horror
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc… the meaning of the word “feast” is liked for instance a feast of beauty. the word “feast” does not mean having a meal or eating. this poem is about the feast of horror and feast of beauty. i don’t use capitalization’s on my writing.
kale Apr 2021
I shall feast tonight
feast on the things I wish I was
and feast on what I desire
you are what you eat, after all

I shall feast tomorrow
I'll stab everything with a fork
scoop everything out with a spoon
and devour it, devour it all!

I shall feast for weeks to come  
I'll force myself to become what I'm crunching on
whether it be the sweetest personality, or the bitterness of a new look
anything I desire, I willingly swallow  

I shall feast forever
feast forever on gender, appearance, and a personality
and I will eat it
I will cram everything down my throat and consume everything

Yet after I eat all the things I want
I shall never be satisfied
with what I've become
and this glorious feast
will last for eternity
as I willingly overfeed myself
to a far-fetched dream
that I shall never reach
poggers
C J Baxter Dec 2014
I took my devils out and broke
their hearts. Took them out for
dinner and watched them starve

Feast on your beasts.
Feast on your beasts.
Feast on your beasts

Till deaths done its part and parted us.

Torn apart at the shoulders, rolled heads
like boulders. Hold her head till the end
                   till its breathless and colder.

The last devil sat down with me civil
and said that she was fasting anyway.
So I ate my dinner- she watched, then paid.  

Feast on your beasts.
Feast on your beasts.
Feast on your beasts.
A Love Song For Four Mischievous Little Elves