Look
Into my eyes
Half Dead
Cherish
My disguise
Blood Red
Girl
That you love
Never existed
Girl
You kept
Broken and twisted
Search
My emerald prisons
Price too hefty
Take
Me unarisen
Empty my empty
Made my bed
Made my bed
Of so softly
Laid my head
Dead
Push
Me deep
To dirty floor
Fuck
Me complete
Beg for more
Made my bed
Made my bed
Of so softly
Laid my head
Dead
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sylviasearcher (
Offline) - Published: July 23rd, 2019 03:06
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Comments4
In trying to avoid platitudes, I am presently struggling to find words that might go some way to describe just how good this particular poem is.... Neville
Oh thanks. It was my early morning catharsis. Sigh
just goes to show, catharsis is good for ya...
Iām not so sure... it almost indulged the sabotage
Keep Sundays free for other things x
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sorry.. I thought you said sabbathtage
Sure you did š¤·š»āāļø
yes absolutely.. well maybe absolutely...
Such emotion displayed in so few words - wonderful.
Well I never could contain these emotions inside me, just like Plath I guess
A fear which surely haunts all womankind expressed here. Vibrant, tragic, deathly.
Why thank you for reading my little moment of despair!
I am channeling my idol of late
The worst kind of trouble is the one, one has with oneself.
Mind bending, well done
Thanks š¤
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