MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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..

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PARTS OF MY SOUL….

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PROWL

 

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Pussy howling, on the prowl to meet and

greet….repeat….

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Wonder….Land?

 

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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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