What music do we play when we escape to the wilderness of our pleasure?
The violin of her eyes was the attraction which brought me close, infact so close that her blood was within me.
Kind of like a soul walking down into the depths of hell, I was ready to embrace her torture.
It is like living in a world of light, being lashed out at by a whip of darkness, but no, you enjoy it.
It was then that the coffin that carried her soul dropped away and with an eternal kiss, we were joined forever.
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Written May 14th, 2006
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Amazing
Really, really liked this... You are also a talented writer... Though provoking piece of work this... -
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i do not really like dark poem but when it come to your poetry there is quiet some light at the end of the tunnel and that is what i lovfe about your poetry, it doesnt freak me out but leaves me wanting ti read more and more and more...
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