MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

Horns and Halos

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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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Feel….

 

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I can still feel him on my

lips from the night before…..

bitten…bruised…..

*Picture taken from Pinterest*

 

Beneath…

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Valentine

 

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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…..

 

Free………

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PSYCHO

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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..

PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*

PARTS OF MY SOUL….

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*IMAGES TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*


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