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glorybox Junior Member
since 2000-09-17
Posts 26 |
release ...the angelic face disappears reappearing recurring disillusionment... In the sanctity of these walls I see my reflection throught he window Small and tainted Unpure and innocent Yet begging for the darkness to seep inside I see, in my alter ego His presence behind me Blackness surrounds the paleness of his face As his head falls down His eyes remain cast on my reflection's stare A shudder I turn around As the blackness disappears My emptiness remains Still From inside my shower's walls This dirt on the palest of flesh The water pours down onto tempted skin I wash myself with his touch to cleanse my soul His touch eludes me Steam burns and heat confounded His hands caress my breath And his want bares my nakedness for ecstasy Sadness abound my walls The deepest craving for his touch To puncture my core Bounded flesh given to him Tasting sweet morsels of sacrifice The deepest wound to claim my soul I bring the pain inside I beg for his mercy Yet what I desire is uncertain For his lips upon my breast To kiss close to my heart He sees me quiver by the fiery light And I beg him I beg him For the deepness to the hilt For his hands upon my throat Pulling me at the waist And raising me into him The palest flesh to surround darkness And beg for release The reflection returns inside the window's hold Removing all light cast View the blackness of the night outside He is there Waiting patiently Surrounded by his strength The glimmer of his sword His eyes grow heavy into my stare As the palest of flesh disappears There lies a bloodtrail in his wake Yet I cannot fear falling to his feet Never releasing my stare from his eyes His sword Raised And I beg For Him I reach my hands behind Closing my eyes for him And pray His sword strikes lightning across the palest flesh He disappears I am left alone again The tiny scar across my heart My own knife in my back Praying Praying Praying he released me |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
WOW!! very dark... extremely biting... almost disturbing... no other comments but.. WOW! ~ all you can really ever expect out of life is a sincere apology and some decent poetry ~ |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Wow! I agree with Doreen on this one. Dark and disturbing. Be well Kethry "It is the image in the mind that links us to lost treasures; but it is the loss that shapes the image, gathers the flowers weaves the garland."- |
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