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My body is breaking down
It's crumbling to the ground
My heart's been broken in two
With these deadly thoughts of you
Your voice, a poison to me
Stealing all the air I breathe
Filling me with thoughts of thee
And of all the dreams I bleed
Your endless eyes devour
All my heart with your power
Stolen with your single gaze
Leaving me yours in this place
Within darkness I reside
As a puppet by your side
Sanctified by your passions
Destroyed by all your actions
It's crumbling to the ground
My heart's been broken in two
With these deadly thoughts of you
Your voice, a poison to me
Stealing all the air I breathe
Filling me with thoughts of thee
And of all the dreams I bleed
Your endless eyes devour
All my heart with your power
Stolen with your single gaze
Leaving me yours in this place
Within darkness I reside
As a puppet by your side
Sanctified by your passions
Destroyed by all your actions
Literature
The Witching Hours
Night climbs slowly up the spires
Tow’ring above still, silent streets.
At last have come the witching hours
When ghosts and goblins dare to meet!
The gargoyles and the ghouls all prance
In gutters where the children trod
At day before a yawning trance
Did send them to the Land of Nod
The witches trade potions for spells
To keep the creeping spiders out,
Much like farmers from green dells
Ask merchants, “How much for a dozen trout?”
The poltergeists ascend the towers
And sing like choirboys all the way,
Then fly to the bells and ring out the hours
Before night will be lost to day.
But alas, the dark must end sometime,
Th
Literature
Satan
May my soul be undamned by the words I piece here,
For as I lay them with ink upon paper, icy hands grip my throat,
Chills rack my spine, aches pound my skull; just for thinking such thoughts.
His form came to me like in a dream, nothing remained solid,
In fact, nothing remained at all upon his exit.
So I now tell this while my hands still serve my will.
His looks are not for mortal words to say, no syllable,
No word, no phrase could carry the weight across a human tongue
To utter his visage even upon paper.
No, the demon-lord's face and body and dress came to my eyes as
Forbidden to look upon directly. And as my eyes averted, his
Literature
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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This is a poem inspired by RawEmOtion for a contest.
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I love it !!!