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Poetic T May 2016
It bathes in a crematorium of illumination,
it's cries are swallowed by slate lullabies
lingering in the horizon of purest beauty.

Obscure in it's effects, It ingratiates all quivering
flickers that do not concede to this disheartening
funeral pyre of onyx flames seeding it to oblivion.

Where light diminished eclipsed in obliteration,
substance was all and void. Bathing in its consumed
form, it opened its eclipsing sight and two stars shone.

*"For when all is nothing, light always finds a way to shine,
light will always find away to shine in the darkest of times.
Shaylie Pryer Apr 2016
Mia
Every night I pass my mirror and I hear the beckoning call,
"Come to me my love I won't hurt you, not at all".
I turn to see the bright familiar face a ghostly apparition shimmering in the mirror,
she always lures me with intentions that make myself quiver,
and yet I yearn to go back always for more,
Mia the perfect girl; the final form.
My hand raises as I begin to touch the light she casts,
I see myself reflecting in the background,
I am faded while she dominates the glass.
Darkness entails me when I step through the mirror,
a sickening feeling of blindness and sheer terror.
All I hear is the echoing laughter of the sickening girl, hurling insults and making me want to dive deeper into her world,
"Disgusting
"Worthless
"Horrible"
And
"Fat"
These are only the mediocre things she says when I'm fighting this horrible trap.
But again I always come back always for more,
I conjure this, as I ***** on the toilet of her bathroom floor.
Mia is holding my hair, consoling while Im chocking and sprawled.
"Good girl" she says "You have nothing to fear not anymore"
She picks me up grasps me tells me I'm now beautiful,
" Thank you" I reply "then why do I feel so horrible?"
"For you are killing yourself you see; look back into the mirror and follow me"
I follow In desperation willing myself to live,
I want to be perfect but is dying something I truly can forgive?
I glance again, a reflection of myself and her by my side.
She whispers in my ear "you are not truly alive"
I look back towards myself she is now gone but I still stand there,
We are one
now a whole,
Her world is my own and now I'm left all alone.
Poetic T Mar 2016
All that were tainted with deathly smiles
of lingering hunger so many had been
consumed in one day. Never a thought
for those that were not yet born, yet
devoured in eagerness, depravity of the
fallen now smeared upon breath.

They had covered them for warmth bright
Colours of the unborn, wisps that took a
generation to seed but you all just fractured
them. Feeding your young on our children.
With belated smiles they converged in
anticipation of devouring everyone brought.

This season of consumption where our numbers
dwell to near extinction, but you never fear as
one that can produce so many in one seeding.
You just bait your time till numbers populate
your desired hunger. You gluttons of eggs so
fragile of life now smeared over your sickly smiles.
Happy Easter :)
Lillian Harris Jan 2016
I cannot let myself
Be consumed by you
I am weak enough
Already
Without taking
Your wounds
And making them
My own

Please know
That I will
Love you still,
But I cannot be
The nerve endings
Connected
To your
Spinal cord
Your pain has become mine.
Kerri Nov 2015
I tremble
In your presence
And am consumed
By every line on your body.
I trace them with my eyes
And long to feel them
With my fingertips.
An aching erupts from
Inside of my body
And a fire blazes
That I never want to
Extinguish.
My heart is cradled in
Your infinite eyes
And I want you to
Hold it for eternity.
Ameliorate Jun 2015
These thoughts for you are unrealistic
Motion sickness, trying to get my heart to fix this
Wrong time, right pleasure
Make my knees weak where you buried your treasure.
Cristian Jun 2015
I let her stab my lungs
I let her steal my tongue
I let her blind my eyes
I let her **** my body
I was still,
I couldn’t breathe
I was numb,
I couldn’t speak
I was blind,
I couldn’t see
I was dead,
I couldn’t bleed

But I let her consume me
because it made her happy.

*c.b.
al Apr 2015
(don't) let me be the one to bring out your beautiful smile
(don't) let me be the one who makes your laughter escape from your lips
(don't) let me be the person who makes your gorgeous eyes twinkle
(don't) let me be consumed by you
inspired by some people I know
Smudged Ink Apr 2015
i need you out of my head
you are taking over my thoughts
and all i can think is you

now you are taking over my dreams
something so precious
a place i didn't want you to be

i have become consumed by you
and i don't want to be

so please leave me and my head
go so that i can think once again
so that i can breathe
so i can feel like myself
Poetic T Mar 2015
I slept soundly that night as I
Huddled in my blanket of tightly
Knitted flesh, skin so
Soft,
Silky,
Patches
Of a hundred souls touching
My body, each a moment of death
Forever touching another, held together
With silken twine.
I lay on my torso, it is so soft, to rest a weary head,
No ribs do stick or protrude,
All taken from this form now
Delicately comforting my head,
I use not geese feathers,
But that of the
Finest,
Curly,
Hair,
So tightly held, washed to silk smoothness
As they tenderly hold my sleeping slumber.
I have moments of sorrow, as I look behind,
A head board of white,
It is cold as death, but It shows the beauty attained by
Oblivion, the passed resting as one above my head.
I maybe called a monster, but in death is sleep
For the dead now slumber with me,
I hear their souls curse me, voices
Radiating,
Screaming,
Violating
My thoughts, but this is my time,
As each I fed upon, there tortured  souls.
There anguish feeds me, and when I am
Consumed within them,
I once again rest. Comforted
By sleeping upon the dead
They touch me like no living could do,
I have another blanket to sew,
Yes it must be peeled while you still breath,
But your torso is so soft, maybe time for a **new pillow.
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