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may aswell condemn myself...
...to all your criticizing ways...
“The End, Under Cold Winter Pines”
Your smile was a mask of my salvation,
Your lips so soft unto my touch, sent into elation,
For two long years I endured your every pain,
And you ended it all in selfish way, and I was left loving in vain.
I writhe in pain filled state at the wake of consciousness,
The matter in my life form cracks beneath my breaking soul,
This restlessness a constant thorn scratching at my heart,
A line of bereft memories running through my mind.
A constant fervour to end this burning wake.
But lying in a pit of emptiness breaks my violent will.
An understanding of myself I’ll never know,
Because all I was, was lied to you. You witch formed of lust and dry sympathy.
My life, writhing
On a bed of paranoid thorns piercing my skin, bleeding me dry.
Your mind, tainted,
With nothing but lust thrown on a plate and served on a table lacking of morals.
And dissipated, strewn upon a memory,
Laden with nothing but my absolute devotion.
Your trust had waned and I was left there starved of pleasure,
Yet you were served fulfilment every where you walked.
This hour, now mine,
Your end, under my love notched blade.
Your skin, so porcelain plain and loving to my eyes.
Your end, under these cold winter pines.
(solo)
I hear the screaming emanated through your eyes,
Your voice so cracked, like my favour in you.
I ache your heart in retaliation of your procreation,
I cried out loud for countless sleepless nights,
This weeping went ignored by my instincts
And now like your cheating mindless ways, they end together.
As I penetrate you,
I slit your mouth apart,
As you scream,
My euphoria heightens.
To unknown fixations,
I ‘m left, wondering,
Why I ever,
Wanted to even be near you.
And now I look at your pale crying face,
I’ve seen it before formed from bad memories,
You told me your every nightmarish secret.
You put every ounce of traceable trust in me,
As I thrust upon thee,
I slice your thighs apart,
As you cry,
The sincerity lessens with every wail.
Yet sweating shuddering limpid arms,
Awake me from this another dream.
I lie here under these empty choking sheets,
For I am nothing now I lie betrayed and broken apart
Please reap, and tell me the truth.
All I ever did, was love you.
This thing I mostly deserve,
From you, the darkest angel I’ve ever known.
And yet I find myself living each ache-filled day,
The thorns of heartache remind my life of you.
I never seem able to rid my mind of pain,
No matter which new angel enters my life and lightens my soul.
My mind, so riddled with damnation,
This the everlasting ripple of your deceiving heart,
Your mind, so poisoned with lust plagued elation,
But never wanting the repercussions of that fateful night....
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“the tragedy of vomit girl”
The desolation all around her fragile form, so delicate,
A life that ruins fell upon their stone cracked wake,
Another victim of a pious thought that’s lying in wait.
I thought her hands were a wash with the foulest blood
Yet she conjures so many wailing monster forms
Yet riddled with the deceptive
plan of demon heroes.
A thousand purple scars upon her porcelain attire,
Crack and burn, under the wake of consciousness
Lying in a pool of her own faeces,
The rats claw at her virgin flesh,
Festered innards explode at the sign of,
Universal damnation.
The stench of a rotten victim
Follows through the path of the wind,
Like a flower’s roots cutting into the earth.
She lies there with a razor sewn into her flesh,
The edge welcomes the elation of their spraying lifeline.
A wonderess succubi, incumbent and loving.
A temptress of the foulest sort I seek to be my own.
Born into a cabal of misdoings,
A rampant demon of the fiery sort.
Her weeping so entrancing that I cannot walk away,
Her morality so impure it lifts my soul from darkness,
A fresh mew upon the salty air relieves my foulest thoughts,
And now I’m victim to another spell cast upon my liquid heart.
So delicate, I can’t believe it’s power,
So fragile, and seeking, another soul.
What fresh new feelings are these running through my veins,
A jolted head asphyxiation, soon sprayed on her face.
My mind was empty until I cast my eyes upon this rotten form,
I love every piece of festered flesh, strewn upon the path.
My mind in raptures when I dream of her every waking moment,
Yet in my sleep I wonder what she would feel if I slash her throat apart
The vomit, the bile, the giblets, the stench of the corpse
All those times I thought of this moment,
Cast a shadow on the vomit spraying from her mouth
Hypnotising my dying soul, then blood!.
Her weeping so entrancing that I cannot walk away,
Her morality so impure it lifts my soul from darkness,
A fresh mew upon the salty air relieves my foulest thoughts,
And now I’m victim to another spell cast upon my liquid heart.
So delicate, I can’t believe it’s power,
So fragile, and seeking, another soul.
What fresh new feelings are these running through my veins,
A jolted head asphyxiation, soon sprayed on her face.
This weeping vixen, so foul yet of the purest form,
Elates my soul to brand new damnation.
I clutch unto her burning hand and feel the fire bred within.
I writhe in frenzied state at the pain that I’m fed.
Casket alive with the jolting of a new life,
The dripping flesh torn on the wooden cage,
This damned soul a life on my heart,
A soul bereft and clad in black and the sprats of forgotten blood.
[edit]
you spell condemn as comdemn and you'd do the same.
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That snatch is like a glove fit for God.
Last edited by SARS : 2005-02-09 at 09:18.
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