Cowering from the dark mist running through your veins
isn’t an option; you see, I’m not third eye blind.
The filth of your soul is on your own hands every time
they hit her skin; inflicting pain feeds you.
A ******* with zero regret and an abundant vocabulary
full of “you made me do it *****”.
Numb yourself again while sitting in the abyss of
of **** and playing victim.
No one, not one person can save your soul
until you own it.
Life is too short; put your demons to bed boy.

~Together we exhaust each other’s senses
feeding off carnal needs and desires
made sinful by frigid disasters

~Time has nothing on two who have
suffered from a cruel separation
due to fear of crucifixion

~Your taste lingers inside my mouth
while the memory of feeling the beat
of your heart surge through your staff

~Selfish am I too have kissed your entire
body just to inhale every intense release
of your body's purging taste on my buds

~Still it was you
you finally getting what you wanted
you taking those black lace *******
in your hand and ripping them down
while plunging deep inside the heaven
you came to over and over in dreams

~Spent you and I
Exhausted but never over
Our imprint is inside us both

~Tell that to our haters....

There it was the dead air she was waiting for
the time in between lies and *******.
Love in layers like the onion and all that boils
down to is burning stench.
Can’t blame the dream though
since reality holds its own truth.

Light up, take a drag
Fill your glass to the rim
Spill the false bravado to page

And there; is where the painful laughter ends.

It took me a while to go back to where the sadness started to penetrate

my very being.

It was back when I realized this world was so full of so many ****** up messes

that I couldn’t control, stop or fathom half the **** time.



Who in their right mind rapes a baby, child or adult? Who ***** an animal just because?

Torture, when did that creep into our DNA as a norm? There are people or maybe beings

let’s say that are soulless .  Creeping around smothering the belief system of hope right from

the lungs of humanity.  My lungs have been depleted by the vile.  Breathing in the virus of dead air

from centuries before us.

I walk on the same Earth as angels and demons.   The score board being upheld in numbers by astral

beings because we humans are too stupid to know the real score.  None of us tapping into our full

potential of being due to the dense vibrational pull to dumb down.

I’m living life walking on my knees in prayer while my feet have become useless.  I don’t hate the

destructors I pray for them.  I pray that as the evil lifts itself from the earth that it is banished.

I may live my life praying from bloodied knees, I may be broken and tired but I will never give in, and

I will never give up believing that we are the change.  Engage…

Clearing the air might be nice.

You see in your mind you justify what you did to me by saying "I loved you but wasn't in love with you".

I wish I was evil enough to post the countless times you planned a future with me.
The two of us creating a reality out of our years of dreaming.

Loving you was easy, and loving you is something you can never take from me.
Yet, there are things I won't own anymore. The anger, disappointment and betrayal after you willing shared years of laughter, love and passion.

One thing that the evil side of me enjoys, is the fact that you will never forget my blue eyes looking deep into yours as I swallowed you whole. The first kiss, while you placed my hand on your hard desire,  and then you pulling my ******* off while slamming yourself deep inside my wet walls of desire.  

So justify this all the way that you have too, I know the truth... because it was me that held you together during the worst of it all....

Justification feels empty now doesn't it...?

Those words tore at my flesh
tearing away any last thoughts
lingering in my memory.

You stole from me...

And I never have to forgive that~

A form fitting red sequin dress lined with silk slipped over her body transforming
her nakedness into a showboat of desire.

Adding the black heels,  she was ready for the night.

The entrance:

:Men's heads turned as their eyes met the spectacular view of the woman in red as she entered the room.  Carrying herself with confidence and a seductive grace. You could feel the masculine energy move across the room as each one knew they were going to try to have that right there mount them that night:.

It was as if she were in heat and each one of them caught her scent. The mating dance began.
Drinks were purchased and placed in front of her with intent to weaken her.
Smiles, with bright white teeth and words that reeked with every innuendo possible spilled across her body.  

The teasing:

:Knowing her power she moved seductively in the dark light.  The sequins sparking and enhancing the movement of her breath...the rise and fall of her chest.  The exposed cleavage beckoning them all with thoughts of burying their desire between them soon.  Long soft ringlets of her blonde hair rest at the swell of her ******* and she would lean in to whisper simple nothings so they could catch her scent.  Kisses began.  Soft and simple yet leaving red residue on the lips of the desired.  The hands once resting on the knee moved up into her silk like thigh testing her, seeing where or if they would meet resistance:.

The alcohol burned as it flowed down her throat.  There is no high like being able to turn someone on so much you could feel their ache.  You could see the heated rise and her hand would get close and she'd just rest it there.  The scent of desire penetrated the senses of them both.

Excusing herself for a moment, she walked unknowingly by them all out the side door.

At home now, in front of the mirror she slowly removed her dress.  Blackened tears streaked down her face.  Pausing at her ******* she caressed them.  Playing with her hardened ******* between her fingers.  But then the rest of the dress dropped to the floor.

Exposed:

:There she stood, as is.  Broken.  Naked only to herself and for none to see.  Feeling forsaken by God and Universe as she looked at herself in the full length mirror.  She hated the view between her thighs....where her ***** betrayed her worth:.  

Playing with fire, playing with desire, but not loving herself enough to be open and free.

The knife hit the vein, and in moments she wore the stains of a different red dress for all eternity.