Open Poetry #7 |
Slow Death of Infatuation |
Effigy Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 486disbelief |
I want to be near you. I want to be with you. Want to be like you. Want to be you. 'Cause I'm sick! Being eaten up with the disease, your sexuality infected me with. I'm choking on the splinters, of the cross you’re nailing me to. Watch me as I rip apart my insides. You’re staring as I lick my open wounds. 'Cause I'm sick! Burned and blackened, deteriorating in the deception of hope. IT FEELS SO GOOD! As you eat away at my cancer, killing me from the inside out. Your rapping my soul, and I your thoughts. You don't mind, if I have your mind. You think the same, Don't you? Yes! you need me, just as bad as I need you. When it fantasies come down, and there is no one around, no one to see, none to hear, we're one in the same. understanding is misunderstood |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Interesting message, and very dark...me likes. Don't be shy about checking out the other forums here...personally, I think this one would fit nicely into the Dark Passions forum. Alicat |
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forne_marin Member
since 2004-04-13
Posts 140Spartanburg, South Carolina |
WHOOOOOO!!! LOVED IT! LOVED IT! LOVED IT! I have a few very chioce things to say about it, but they verge on obscene, so I'll be breif. "I want to be near you./I want to be with you./Want to be like you./'Cause I'm sick!" Whoa man. Helluva line. This is one of the best of yours I've seen. |
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