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Tasty and delicious,
My senses melt at the taste.
Sweet sensations multiplying in my mouth,
Intoxicating and addictive.
Liquid running down my mouth,
I let it fall down and stain my pure white dress.
The dark room is only illuminated by the flames of candles,
The air is heavy yet delightful.
I smile at each rich bite,
Only wishing you could have a taste.
With each bite my meal disappears,
And despair sets in.
You were a wonderful meal while you lasted,
Yet it seems you’re all gone.
Your crimson blood has been drunk,
Your meat has been devoured.
Your body and soul,
Will always be mine.
My senses melt at the taste.
Sweet sensations multiplying in my mouth,
Intoxicating and addictive.
Liquid running down my mouth,
I let it fall down and stain my pure white dress.
The dark room is only illuminated by the flames of candles,
The air is heavy yet delightful.
I smile at each rich bite,
Only wishing you could have a taste.
With each bite my meal disappears,
And despair sets in.
You were a wonderful meal while you lasted,
Yet it seems you’re all gone.
Your crimson blood has been drunk,
Your meat has been devoured.
Your body and soul,
Will always be mine.
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looking inward
And then the day came
The day my mind opened
Just the smallest of a break
So that I could see inside my own thoughts,
As if I were an outsider looking in.
And what I discovered
Was truly disturbing...
A Pandoras box
Of jumbled thoughts
Of half planned ideas.
This tiny crack revealed
A child's misunderstanding
Of what was true
And what was not.
I saw that I allowed others
To control my every action
My every thought
As if they owned me.
I saw how I let others lead me/use me.
How I trusted so easily
To totally trust
Without reason. I saw the people I had let into my life
I saw them as they really were
Life suckers who had almost drained
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Relive
and you and i relive our joy every night without much thought about why we do it we share the details of our secret loves with one another rekindling the fire that sparked it all the glimmers the sparkle the glamour of that first interest leaves you and i hungry and i believe you and i are growing closer by these addictions and vices we feed at 3:15 am this dream exchange is going to crash one day because the money we stake on this dream talk is quite a big gamble and we, the poor and sensitive, are running out of free passes yes one day either we will consume our dreams or they will consume us.
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280
pen across paper
the rhythmic tapping of keyboard running
my being is letters
yet i cannot make words
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Ha love this!