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"curtling" poems
Thoughts of suicide Thoughts of ****** Has crossed my mind I want to be loved for me But also I want to be hated By those that hurt me Am I twisted? This cold steel Cuts deep across my skin As the pain drowns the memories Oh the thought of killing you Is sweet Am I twisted? Do you know What I dream When I sleep Let me tell you I dream of death Not mine like I should But yours Slow Painful Warm blood flowing From wounds inflicted As I carve your heart out Am I twisted? Scream at me It drives my thirst To cause you more pain Your body would be lifeless But I would have Your blood curtling scream Ringing in my ears Am I twisted? So before saying anything During your life Think on what I want to do To you Lets see if you decide If I am really and horribly Twisted.
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Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 12:22 AM UTC
semerian-perez
Twisted
Thoughts of suicide Thoughts of ****** Has crossed my mind I want to be loved for me But also I want to be hated By those that hurt me Am I twisted? This cold steel Cuts deep across my skin As the pain drowns the memories Oh the thought of killing you Is sweet Am I twisted? Do you know What I dream When I sleep Let me tell you I dream of death Not mine like I should But yours Slow Painful Warm blood flowing From wounds inflicted As I carve your heart out Am I twisted? Scream at me It drives my thirst To cause you more pain Your body would be lifeless But I would have Your blood curtling scream Ringing in my ears Am I twisted? So before saying anything During your life Think on what I want to do To you Lets see if you decide If I am really and horribly Twisted.
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This... This is my temple... This vessel... This vessel that I wrestle with... This sanctuary of dreams... This vehicle of persistent reality... What do I see? Who is there reflecting me? Could I reach inside the glass sands of time and grab my reflection... the one serving its purpose, dangling like a carrot of love... But only on the surface... DO I see? Or am I blinded by time... Not only blinded, but created! Made to be manifest! Drawn into a new world, where the past and future rule the slave class, where the only real moments scream out of blood curtling desperation from the awful beast inside my brain... that beast which is me, shackled with things and desires, chained up by pleasure and lust and administering drugs that keep my soul in hospice... I must awaken my reflection... I must shatter my perception... I must create myself! For I am the god of this temple... This vessel... Created for me...
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
randy-lee
On a rock
This... This is my temple... This vessel... This vessel that I wrestle with... This sanctuary of dreams... This vehicle of persistent reality... What do I see? Who is there reflecting me? Could I reach inside the glass sands of time and grab my reflection... the one serving its purpose, dangling like a carrot of love... But only on the surface... DO I see? Or am I blinded by time... Not only blinded, but created! Made to be manifest! Drawn into a new world, where the past and future rule the slave class, where the only real moments scream out of blood curtling desperation from the awful beast inside my brain... that beast which is me, shackled with things and desires, chained up by pleasure and lust and administering drugs that keep my soul in hospice... I must awaken my reflection... I must shatter my perception... I must create myself! For I am the god of this temple... This vessel... Created for me...
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