Wretched as you are, I still love you
As stinging as your finger touch, I still adore you
Scraping nails on the cheek and drawing sacrificial blood
Another lustful price to pay
...
You're the perfect insert
The constructed disease
Rot me and my blackened bones
Red rose and vein
...
I could give you all in my holy hand
But your sinning tongue couldn't eat out of it
And so it burned you, and threw your compass
Steer away from me, for it's all my fault
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You're the perfect insert
The perfect destruction
Tear down my membrane and skin
Red rose in vain
...
Wanting you
Wanting you
Wanting you
Wanting
Something
...
Broken tongue, and twisted teeth
Lie through those again
Oh you'll try
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
Offline) - Published: February 15th, 2017 16:47
- Comment from author about the poem: About a lovers anger and desire for revenge against a former partner. More dark and twisted
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Comments2
Well written and expressed
Thanks 🙂
Welcome
Creepy twisted. I take it you are inviting this person for dinner. Heh, heh.
Thanks, the creepy stuff is what really drives my writing some days
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