Dark Poetry #3 |
Night With The Devil |
Dragon Mistress Member
since 2002-08-26
Posts 289Washington, USA. |
I lie here motionless Amongst chaotic covers And angry tears The moon A cheshire cat smile Mocks me I'm afraid to move To take a tiny breath I musnt wake it It's icey breath is on my neck It's slimy hands on my breast It's blood between my legs Dripping with sin Wet with evil It's pleasure, is my nightmare Why does it seem That I, motionless without breath Have slept with the devil himself? Dragon Mistress ~*~I'm only a dreamer, with broken dreams, and only words to fall back on~*~ [This message has been edited by Dragon Mistress (12-26-2002 01:39 PM).] |
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LADY_DEATH Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 105Fl |
Call me sick, but i liked that poem.It had such intensityand graphic details.Very well written |
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Stinky Twinkie Member
since 2002-11-26
Posts 204Dinwiddie |
Well, you can call me sick too, but I also liked it. -Stinky Twinkie- |
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D edgar Grey Member
since 2002-08-21
Posts 174Hell...(aka Wisconsin) |
I also enjoyed that piece...very descriptive and vivid. Guess that makes us all pervs! Very nice. (Work, I mean.) If homosexuality is a disease, let's all call in queer to work: "Hello. Can't work today, still queer." (If only...>; P) |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Interesting...James |
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