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...seeing purse dressed, flowery-folds,
knows the pleasure, -heaven holds.

Standing proud, -cocksure his breast,
exhausted her, laugh-ter, -nothing left.

Weakly submissive, exhilarated now pressed,
emboldened by she, guardedly bereft...

No strawberry, cakes, honey, grape,
you know what's coming;

If you are a demon
then send me to Hell
If you are a witch
then take me with your spell

If you are a drug
Then in my vein inject
If you’re a psychosis
Let my life be wrecked

If deciding to stay
Then a price must be paid
Sign a contract in blood
I'm forever your slave

You're heartless and cold
The Devil possibly
Yours to torture forever
Just don't ever leave
Written: June 14, 2018

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Umi Jan 15
Hellfire do not go out!
Please just stay as you are
Once in the flames I wander through an answerless world
All the embers burning all the people are turning, trying to get away..
Hellfire do not go out!
Please just stay as you are
No matter how much they walk, no matter how far...
In the end they are consumed by these merciless flames
Burnt away, until not even their names,
Are remembered here, in this world full of shames
As the fire burns I ask myself wether this is a nightmare or not
And as it consumes my very soul and makes me then rot
I begin to then understand my very purpose, my destiny
Just being fuel for that fire to burn is what was planned for me
Oh Hellfire, will you go out ?
No, once you are about to go out, you just keep roaring loud
Come back hotter, more painful than I can take
My body is burning up, I think my mind is going to break
And as this torture goes on
I wished I would be gone

~ Umi
Grey Feb 2016
I keep killing for you, darling,
and it seems I can't stop.
We stand here in the bone-dry night
with the blood at our feet shining like stained glass, broken on the concrete.
You offered me a hand to hold, silly sentiment.
I pull the knife from your shoulder.
And when the wind blows dust into your wound, I turn my back to it.
I am your shield,
a listless child in a fucked up world, but Charlie,
I would never lace your fingers in mine.
I would take a goddamn bullet to the brain, but I can't let you hurt me.
Your blood is sharp, my darling love, it's torture
and you would love nothing more than to bleed in my mouth, like razors on my lips.
We're a skipping record, Charlie.
Every morning it's the rosary on tv,
it's the smell of burnt toast and burnt hair.
We're a tragedy, but unwritten.
An unwanted Shakespeare where Benvolio and Mercutio kill each other.
I'm made aware of lightning and pen knives whenever I look in your eyes.
Stop stalling, Charlie.
You're making excuses, but you need to make time.
I'm killing for you.
My hands are covered in your blood and the stains won't come clean.
I'm racing trains, seeing who crashes first.
And it's me, just so you know,
with a pistol in my hand.
My teeth are laying in the dirt,
making mud of the blood that drips from the cheap shots they got in.
When you kiss me, which you never do, I lose more teeth.
You're hard with your lips, punching like a man in a bar fight.
Give me whiskey.
Give me stains of dusty clay.
Even with my eyes closed you manage to pry my eyeballs out.
Your love is a beating, Charlie.
It's like hate, even though I know that you don't.
Do you?
I wouldn't know because now it's my blood on the concrete,
and it's your knife aching between my ribs.
It's mercy, Charlie,
but I can't bring myself to thank you.
Umi Dec 2017
Truly I have become sick of this place
Truly it brought me nothing but disgrace,
The fire burns me down,  starting from my face
The pain, is unbearable, just thinking of it makes my heart race

When I think I am served water they melt me down with acid rain
I have finally fallen in the deepest pit of hell, is it mercy I wont gain?
The torture here is relentless,
eating up all all of my skin it begins to slowly numb my senses
I would give up on lfe, if I wasn't brought back all the time
I wonder why I am here....for which crime ?

I forget the life on mother earth, the touch of hell is all there is
Of course, there isn't any bliss (in here)
That is, looking not so bad eh ?
The angels torture us when we are about to burn to the ground
There is no speck of mercy or kindess in them to be found

Stretched out as my skin turns to ash,
We get whipped, broken and torn into shreds...I feel like trash
If I ask for forgiveness now...
And cry out my sins the moment I bow...
Will I have found peace ?


~Umi
Anthony Perry Jan 2016
I am unsolved, I am a statue in mortality, my smile has had an impact on society but my life has never been absolved

All I wanted to do was entertain, but instead, someone betrayed me and let my blood fall like rain and with nothing to gain

Before and after, my eyes have always been open so while you figure out who's the killer wheather it was Rob, Ed, or that guy Hansen, I have to wait, invisible to the world and lost until then

I've been killed, tortured but you all just talk about which side they cut first or how my body tore, the name is Black Dahlia and that name has become a media whore

My smile has been smeared ear to ear, my body severed in half, my veins drained of every quart but I am still proud to say my name is Elizabeth Short
Krysel Anson Sep 7
So this has been where you were
all this time. Especially the kids
that looked up to you.

In between being forced by your intelligence officers
to beat up your comrades
and then masturbate,
or else die.

This dark uncharted
neglected geographical treasure:
your breathing heart's chamber.

Looking straight out
what is always here with us
regardless of all our lies and grand
machines of escape.

This is the price you paid
for being able to bring life and sustain it.
Until now, we are still trying to see through
this visual masterpiece: another drug mule caught.

Drugs, sometimes as if the sullen reminder of our collective
human attempt at remembering our real treasures
and how we have lost them: A grandmother has 7 packs taped around her body, like a parasite but also like a baby mammal,
or an omen of something else yet to be remembered
and said out loud.

One day or day one, a friend would always remind me
when sober. We step into understanding ourselves better
or we keep making things to express
unresolved fears and anguish.#
dr gabor mate and clarissa pinkola estes works
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