With the ****** Virus, continuing it's Live Concert on Earth and Hell stacked, with all Our Devil's. I for One, am keeping My Fingers crossed and Praying........ that Heaven will Host Me on their Premises.
You know you are a parasite But I will let you feed off of me Sometimes I desire the poison And a little dose is healthy now and then Because what I have is also yours And I live for you, I eat for you, I survive for you Your primary host They say you will destroy me from the inside out But I lured you in, I consciously made you part of me You did not come uninvited, and that is the point You came willingly So I feed myself you as you nourish yourself through me A symbiotic relationship For I do not go where I am not wanted Through good and bad times we (d)evolve together A true matrimony Now forever covalently bonded
We meet at the Museum hours after it has closed Dressed - Impress - Costume ; All of our Art exposed
We'll feast upon The Security the mousetrap and The Ghost We'll chew upon the wiring We're the party guests and host
- a child in love
#1 Silly-silly / Set Siren to our Prances / Petty Chime to our Dancing Vice / It would make a Tabloid Musical #3 Silly-silly / I wish to take you grotesque places / We’ll wear our masks over nasty faces / For now my immersion lies in cruelty / Of the results I shall form the most lavish jewellery / Together we’ll master a theatre of tomfoolery / I am most grateful for jest / Your breath / And / Above all / Your company. - a child in love
Ppl becoming things (so that) things become of people; Ppl becoming parts (so that) parts come tgt to become people—? Is that not what all there is to life... An act (of) parts masquerading as wholes as hosts mastering over themselves as us at the center of this all is the substance of reverie
I haven't felt love anymore... Much less being liked. No one wants a deadbeat valentine. - I didn't think twice Saying you were right You weren't. - There's some core fault within me I blame myself you see For all of our mistakes I'll hate me
Are you fueled by pain? In love with my stains? Hating a broken reign? Loving I'm slain?
I MEAN? Who doesn't want a broken, dead inside, psychopathic low life...
It hurts more than it should The nothing I am. I'd bury you I would The nothing I am.
What if it was costing us both... I don't want to miss the most... Just being lost in your ghost... There is nothing to boast... Feeling overdosed... I am, your host...
I hate you pretend not to see me And I pretend to still be free
Who knew that there was a society of writers Blind authors, who embrace one another Hello poetry a bank of words mounted on a site for all to see Hidden truths in words so powerful, emotions expressed like a waterfall Hello Poetry to some it is a remedy to others its pure therapy Hello Poetry a book for all to see tears shed full of empathy simple words fill spaces that are empty These words I display would of been buried with me But this place allowed me to fornicate with these metaphors and birth words so beautiful, these words now live in the minds of readers and silent poetry lovers As you read my expressed emotions remember that Hello Poetry let me nurture my emotions before letting you see a part of me no one has ever seen
Under the mantle of this world The thickness of the storm clouds Perpetual, thorough Meeting the foam crest of the waves Dark enough to hide intentions
Walking along the tired rocky shore A stretch common, tasteless to all but the vaguest sense Some spray, felt deep along the sides of the tongue The sobering corpse, I found Still clawing at the stones
I can feel the tears well in my eyes There is nothing I can do Empathetic thoughts blow through my mind Cold strains of tainted breath His voice is cold air, so dissimilar And with every trace of dogma Such overused platitudes Yet I hold fast to that stringent emotion
He knows me He knows what I used to be, and what brought me to who I am I watch him
He tries to pry, bone exposed at the fingertips Why did this come to me Remorse Filled with pity, I bend down I comfort him
The host burst And now I feel it Moving though the back of my skull It's tendrils become rooted The eyes see though my own And it swallows what It will
The desperate remains inside me scream at it But it's just rotten flesh