"pocessed" poems
Lovingly caressing my ghostly skin,
A crimson dripping type of venting,
The self destructive device bites in,
My demonic pocessed hand continues sliding,
Hateful of a body that remains forever unthin,
The ironic shiny savior my hand clutches keeps me bleeding.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 6:17 PM UTC
SUNDAY
written: July 13, 09 sunday (of course)
simplicity just isnt me
intricate intamacy
leaves me breatheless
helpless
don't leave me here naked
stripped of all i am
don't leave me here now to die in my shame
and give into my concioius screaming my name
this is where you take away the pain
you inflict on me
help me breathe
please
and i broke
though i swore i wouldn't
and i only blame myself
and they tell me i shouldn't
i should hate you
for only wanting this from me
but i couldn't stand too make you unhappy
your miserable
and i pity your insanity
and i'm terrible
for trying to make you happy
at least that's what they think
i'm torn
and i don't want to do this anymore
but i can't stand to let you go cuz it'd hurt you,hurt me more then you know
you help me breathe
the only thing keeping me sane while pushing me over the edge of insanity
the pain oh the pain
let me pull up my pants
i can't unless you tell me your satisfied with me
finally happy
ive given up fighting agaist your hands
someday they'll understand why i can't live without them
your invisible touch
suduction that inspires my ****** lust
for you
this is all i have to do
to prove to you i'm true
pocessed by you
obsessed with you
undress for you
because you asked me too
pocessed by you
obsessed with you
undress for you
because you need me too
it's the least i can do
for someone so upset
for someone who needs me
i can't hold regret
for you, i'll never forget
though remembering makes me sick
a lifetime of this uncurable illness
a sacrafice i took to try to save you from your disease
and i'd willing die naked to save you from your suffering
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
Lying in nights true form
I saw you beneath me; the bees began to swarm
Tasting the trails of where finders have lead
Ecstasy leaning to worlds untread
Marks to deliver such sweet sound
Pounding hearts beat as movements confound
Show to me this sweet child of night
What lips have shown each chase cause me fright
I shutter under melodies of hot cress
oh darling you have pocessed my breath
Arches and bones have created your path
Lead me to the promise land and show no wrath
Curves sway as the seas begin to crash
Meet me at the high point, watch it thrash
Dear somber veil
Intertwine the wreaths forming moaned laurels
Little by little each touch shows quarrels
frivolous children under satin minds
Laced with faucets, wax, and rinds
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC