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Purgitory |
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joey New Member
since 2002-10-28
Posts 3 |
Purgitory i lay here grasping your hand feeling you as the pain slips away letting the clothes of dispair be released from my weary body of your pain you have sent me to the heaven of this world and tore me down to hell from which i have suffered to the edge of sanity the tears have diapeared staining my face showing the weakness so prevelent hiding is the only way hiding from the one so loved and provoking in my life as i drift off to the unknown world of happyness in this room i feel your presense as it is warm the love is felt again the love of this never ending suffering the love of drowning in the pain wiping the tears i awake to see the walls so bare and grey trapped in my purgitory the plain greyness of this purgitory from which has been shunned upon me by you my sweet angel my darkness bleeds through the wounds of your love spilling onto these floors from which i lay death is such a friend now the love of my mind the want of my mind the lust of my mind the lust for the escape of my love for you take me away floating in the oblivious abyss i am naked, shaking and fearful the fires around me the colors bleeding around my feet as i float in the purgitory opening my arms i am sacraficed sacraficed to the chains and shackless of this thing called love the thing to destroy us my love the soul is bleeding bleeding in my hands bleeding in my life my face wiped clean i float with arms open calling upon death calling upon the unconditional relief from this plain purgatory slit the wrists of my unholyness bleed to the relief of this life bleed for you my love, my angel, my sweet sacrafice....... Please let me know what you think, joey |
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Succubus Member
since 2002-09-30
Posts 82Canada, Ontario |
Beautifuly done. I enjoyed this very much. Kisses, Succubus "We who have lived in concentration camps remember people who gave comfort to others, along with their last morsel bread..." -Victor Frankl |
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