MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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Hands withered, worn, tear, repeat, beat my skin

as they live in sin…

Why me, can’t they see, let me be, just a child,

wild, just one second from the rope, loss of

hope, nope, there were other plans for me

you see…..

A  baby, I will never see grow, seeds that

will never breed, bleed out the mothers

womb, tomb…..

Bars behind, in line, black and white to

keep quiet….

Fists clenched, drenched, murder on hands,

death trying to catch my breath, but, again,

not my time in rhyme….

Life on track, SHE has my back, my story

isn’t over, my four leaf clover……..

 

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Lost split, twins dismissed….

One in heaven, the other in hell, didn’t

kiss and tell…

I loved you then, and I love you

know, shall we make a truce our

one vow?

I, was never vanilla…..

more like shadowy greys,

pondering disarrays….

You, with a funeral glow, death

in tow….

I, drawn, walking on the edge, you with

a razor, how my skin would slice, dice,

as you pieced me to you…..

Together we became halos and

horns, the cross adorned…..

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I can still feel him on my

lips from the night before…..

bitten…bruised…..

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No valentine this year, only a tear in remembrance

of you, who had no clue, only about hearts full of darts….

It’s Ok, one day i will wear red, untied, loose, free….

Flowers upon your box, kisses in the wind, lost in

love, splattered in blood…..

Maybe, just maybe, I’ll find my Valentine…..

 


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Tongue on the gun, waiting for the fun….

Pill stilled on words with no cure….

How much could you endure….not

remembering which voice you last kissed,

missed?

My nails red, out of your way, but, never

far from your thirst, cursed….

Out wondering night, your one delight,

who will be your next, your catch?….

Head stirs, in a blur…all you see is me

bleed, another one indeed….

*I DEDICATE THIS ONE TO PSYCHOKILLER..

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I wonder how nature feels when virgin feet

walk across her back, never to take back….

untouched….

Tip toe down her spine, won’t you be mine…

I wonder how it feels to have Heaven in a daze, crazed….

Underneath thaws, runs raw as the

devil tastes…..

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I want to see him even when i don’t….

Running my fingers through sunlight,

and i wonder if i could make the darkness

rise, see it in his eyes, and just for a moment he

becomes mine…..

Would he turn gold, be bold, cross that

line, hope to die?….

Dreams come and we misbehave,

Tasting, touching for the first time

in time slips….

I want him intravenously, bleaching

my veins as I go insane….

HIM…on my lips in secret…..



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