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Xan Abyss May 2015
I was born into a world comprised
Of gluttony and shame
Where we gorge ourselves on lust and war
But call it inhumane
Violence and ******* are the ways we entertain
The animals within us, the demons in our brain

And as I grew older I started to notice
A new type of hunger that i couldn't quell
Desire, this fire that burns on the inside
As if every girl had me under a spell

And then it happened to me...
And then it happened some more...
And the longer I lived, the better it got,
Consuming me down to my core

(They tell me that it's evil, they tell me that I'm sick)

But,
I want to defile every angel that i see
To make them writhe and moan and scream in utter ecstasy
To see the blaze of carnal thirst like fire in their eyes
As I revel in the promised land that rests between their thighs

The beast within remains untamed, desire sets my veins aflame
This fire won't burn out and I am never satisfied
I want to feel her bliss cascade from her ***** as she screams my name
I want to be the greatest **** of her entire life

I'm insatiable and sordid
But I've caused nobody pain
In a world so cold and morbid
How else can I keep sane?

When
I want to defile every angel that i see
To make them writhe and moan and scream in utter ecstasy
To see the blaze of carnal thirst like fire in their eyes
As I revel in the promised land that rests between their thighs

I'm insatiable and sordid
But I've caused nobody pain
In a world so cold and morbid
How else can I keep sane?
I'm insatiable and sordid
But I've caused nobody pain
In a world so dead and hideous
How else can I keep sane???

Insatiable is my flame.
an old *** anthem.
  May 2015 Xan Abyss
Pho
On that night
That rainy fateful night
With just one rope
And a chair
She left it all behind

Some would think her choice pathetic
Cowardly even
But she couldn't take it anymore
The whispering glares
The accusing fingers

She was only human
She'd made mistakes
And she'd carried that mistake around for 8 months
8 painful long months
Until it came early

That was what pushed her to the edge
The one thing she thought could make her happy
Gone, just like that
A still-born
That was that

No way to bring her baby back
Yes, the baby was a mistake
Yes, it was unplanned
But she'd promise to love it
Even if she was ******

She wanted the child to grow up in a loving-home
Something that she'd never known
A home where they'd be nurtured
Promises would be kept
But most of all love

Love would spread through the house and home
Keeping them safe
But that child was gone
And so was she
Gone, for all eternity
Xan Abyss May 2015
Like the gold at the end of a rainbow
Lives an angel off the coast of San Diego
A dark skinned beauty with a sunshine halo
Found her in the water and just had to say hello

Her siren voice still echoes in my head
Whispering my name so gently
with her bated breath
Her blinding smile is still burned into my eyes
Even in the dark of night
or against the great blue sky

On a vacation escape from reality
I found her, or maybe she found me
We fell into an ocean of sensuality
Until we were lost at sea...

Aquarian Mermaid
I swam in her lust
and I drowned in her love
Nautical Erotica
Wishes granted
By the gods above

Dearly beloved seraph
Enchantress of the Sea
Sing your magic siren song
Heavenly, to me...
Angel of the Oceanborne,
Navigate me home
Across these waters treacherous
Everywhere I roam

Her siren voice still echoes in my head
Whispering my name so gently
with her bated breath
Her blinding smile is still burned into my eyes
Even in the dark of night
or against the great blue sky

Aquarian Mermaid
I swam in her lust
and I drowned in her love
Nautical Erotica
Wishes granted
By the gods above
For my favorite mermaid. :)
  May 2015 Xan Abyss
Heliza Rose
She could feel her heart racing
The euphoric moment as she landed between death and life
Her hair tangled across her sweat beat face
Her limbs getting weaker with each breath
She began to shut her eyes
As she let the multiple abysses welcome her senses
She coughed
Again and again
Until all she could taste was the metallic taste of blood in her mouth
She clasped her hands as though she could save her escaping soul
She couldn't
Xan Abyss May 2015
Walking down the street with hungry eyes
Dare not to daydream, I fantasize
Fingers coiled tightly round her throat
Compulsive urge to never let her go
Off-key voices ringing in my head
Filling me with existential dread
Chills me to the bone - burns me alive
The twisted creature I keep locked inside

Stiletto heels echo in the distance through the stillness of the air
The ghetto feels the path of least resistance so I head through there

She's drunk and all alone stumbling about
The prey dressed up in heels & cocktail gown
There's no way she's really this naive
Could this be the girl of my dreams?
Knuckles whiten, liquor on my breath
Fixated on the heaving of her chest
She hears me as her eyes widen in fear
Suddenly it all becomes so clear

Muffled screams and scraping feet fall silent on the city street
I feel her horrified heartbeat as I drag her off the cold concrete

Breaking the straps on her tight black dress
Sinking my fangs deep into her flesh
Draining her of all the will to fight
She goes limp in my arms
She's mine tonight

Sated now, I set her free
But she'll always belong to me
Like me, she bears the Mark of Cain
Her soul eternally blood stained
Like me, she bears the Mark of Cain
Cursed to darkness and immortal pain

We are bound by blood forever now
In darkness we forever drown
Accursed Children of the Night
Forgotten by the World of Light
  May 2015 Xan Abyss
Francie Lynch
I know zilch about car engines,
So I don't write about them.

I know squanto about medicine -
-more about drugs,
but for personal reasons
like kids and such I seldom
allude to them;
you understand
-
And you'll not read much on that,
Except for an occasional image.

I know extraordinarily nothing
About cricket, or how rockets can propel
In a vacuum, or dimensions,
Six through ten.
Ordinary, usual stuff for many.
But not my comfort zone,
So I won't waste our time
Feigning string theory imagery.
So,
Here's the thing.
I write about death, often,
And I know just about nothing
That there is to know,
Except for what we know,
Hardly worth mentioning,
It's common knowledge,
Not necessary to even cite,
Like the capital of Canada,
Or The Lord's Prayer.
At least I could use an image
Of a scar or a cog wheel,
But I know nothing
About death,
But the certainty.
So, what's up with that?
Did I do it again?
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