"dementing" poems
I fear my dear my ****** dreams of you,
the longing for salacious contact;
the rousing impure dreams of your
naked body is dementing my soul.
Often in my dreams, I think of
myself as a vampire lusting for
your juicy young flesh.
I know one day our bodies will be
one again in heavenly blood, our
blissful coupling will float forever,
my dear sweet succulent angel.
My whole being shall mingle with
yours; only the most boundless
abandonmen can satisfy my lust
for you; for our love consists in
a mysterious fusion of our most
carnal personnal experiences.
Since your death dear one my desire
for you only increases and flourishes
my need to in twine firmly forever
with you my beloved . . .
To recieve you into my inter-most
being, and be one with you till
eternity is all I long for now.
I know you are an apparation that
has deranged my spirit; but please
dear do not resist my satonic
passionate dreams of you, for I
would die so that we could feed
on each other, on each other alone.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
Blood by the statue, cold and dead.
Drug by the demon, my demise they have lead.
My heart has bled too and through.
I just don't know what to do.
Like me, love me, do what you need.
Dead bodies bleed in the streets.
I will consume your soul.
It has taken it toll.
I am the devils child.
A fortunate mistake.
Dementing things fuel my lust.
Whips, chain, gags.
Trust...
Do you know where my heart has been?
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 2:53 PM UTC
Declaration of illness
Feeding the korn
Seeking for hatred
Deny you were born
Consoling the madness
Refusing the love
Being a person
You know nothing of
Condemning the faithfull
Controling the truth
Dementing the sanity
Jump from a roof
Return from the happy
Consumed by the sad
Hiding the good
Libirating the bad
Serounded by darkness
Protesting the light
Retreting from goodness
Put up a fight
Surviving the rightiousness
Leading to just
Depriving the evil
From hate... I must.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 4:39 PM UTC