Dark Poetry #4 |
Immorality |
pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
I know what is done With limited intelligence What have we done Competing with bread Touch my body I want to fly Touching my body Helps me die The demonic contact Is definitely lovely Material I can feel I'm on my back I'm on my string My spine like a rope Deceptive is the destruction Sensual pleasures deliver desolation Here division of heart and soul Are in the Devil's control Does she pray, or am I prey? |
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