D on't deny your lust,
A ll that will do, is hurt you.
R elinquish all your trust,
K iller instincts? turn to.
S ituations dark and grim,
E ncased beneath the scenes.
C hanging degrees of sin.
R andom things so mean.
E verlasting torment,
T remendous pain and woe.
S top me if you want,
but my secrets you won't know.
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Twenty five year old male from Sudbury, Suffolk, England. I write poetry, quotes, songs and the rare story. Thanks to all who follow, like or re-post xxx
You Have the breath of a corpse left to rot, Have the feet of a horse left to trot. And your love is not something I sought, But you're mine.
O come, all ye fruitcakes, Joyful and incompetent, O come ye, O come ye to the infirmary; Run and control him Born the King of nutters O come, let us inspect him, O come, let us inject him, O...
This is not a happy poem I am through with happy rhymes They lie with lines all nicely timed I look at every charming phrase And throw the book aside, enraged.
Hatred for the people,. For the human race,. For the every simple thought,. That crosses every face,. Hatred for all colours,. Skin and hair and eyes,. For the lilt in every voice,.
Is a kiss a kiss, When your strangling to death. Is the passion real, When I can't take a breath. Is an embrace true, If you can't at all smile. Is hug a hug, When you only hold a while.
I am depression The raging river of darkness That cuts through your conscience The dread you fear Whispering in your ear I am depression I feed on your pain With that so much power do I gain I...
Bitter as fresh lemon, Icy water after mint, With a tablespoon of table salt, I'm bitter, get the hint.
Perfect shape and flawless face, With emerald veins and gliding grace, Unbroken skin, unscathed, within, Awake, alert, yet pure and thin.
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