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Crawling up the wall, leaving black marks
Like a spider surrounding the world by his net
You are trying to catch me in your dusty cobweb
Not asking about my innocence, the purity of heart
With enthusiasm catches my fearfull looks
Like a serial killer, hungry for a view of humiliation
You are trying to put me on your knife
Not asking about my feelings, bursting in my chest
Pour around the water of life, giving meaning to existence
Like a god of stone and steel heart
Eat my guts with a sick pleasure
Not asking about the fire in my chest, filling me
I drink your blood from the crystal cup of pleasure
Like most beautiful vampire, child of the night
Torturing your ambiguos soul and your treacherous body
In a wonderful act of revenge, drinking your pitfull yourself
You are a victim
Look at your fall
Like a spider surrounding the world by his net
You are trying to catch me in your dusty cobweb
Not asking about my innocence, the purity of heart
With enthusiasm catches my fearfull looks
Like a serial killer, hungry for a view of humiliation
You are trying to put me on your knife
Not asking about my feelings, bursting in my chest
Pour around the water of life, giving meaning to existence
Like a god of stone and steel heart
Eat my guts with a sick pleasure
Not asking about the fire in my chest, filling me
I drink your blood from the crystal cup of pleasure
Like most beautiful vampire, child of the night
Torturing your ambiguos soul and your treacherous body
In a wonderful act of revenge, drinking your pitfull yourself
You are a victim
Look at your fall
Literature
Recipe for Two People in Love
Ingredients:
1 overly attached friend
1 teaspoon of trust issues
A handful of exes
2 cups full of tears
2 cups of disappointment
Rage and sorrow to taste
1 jar of true love
Directions:
Start with the exes. Add them one at a time to the pan. Slowly poor in the cups of disappointment. Sift it all together. When it looks incredibly painful and about to fall apart, add the tears and vigorously combine it all together. Check for taste; it should be incredibly sour. Add an overly attached friend and a teaspoon of trust issues. Bring it to a boil. When it's about to explode, add the jar full of true love.
Let it rest.
Serve with a side d
Literature
Writer
It's my drug
The one that drives me away
From reality
From it all
Every word
It's like a shoot
Every chapter
Draws me to an addiction
Writing is my addiction
It pulls me away
And it feels good
Writing is my addiction
Literature
Trapped
Run. That's what he said. That's what I did.
Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud.
The thundering sound rang in my ears as it filled the air, mixed with the confusion of the past obnoxious incident.
Run. That's all that mattered now.
But I could still feel the sudden, frightening lurch that my stomach gave when I heard the deafening roar, and had been blinded by the bright flash of headlights. Blurred figures had jumped out of nowhere, and somewhere to my right, I had heard my father yelp in pain. And in his struggling desperation, he could only form one solitary word; run.
Faster, faster.
The trees rushing past were becoming a hazy
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Old poem...but still kicking!
© 2012 - 2024 Ramsay-Bolton
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Great poem!