"My old darling rage,
keep thyself hidden."
He rolls and rumbles,
filtering air through his
swealtering mind,
painting his vision crimson
with the squalid thoughts
of purpose.
Adoring Malace,
it spikes him.
"I told you keep youself in!
Heaven help me
I will tear you out my chest.
Shadow, you have no place in my mind,
Song, I will break you,
lest you keep your melody shut."
...
...
...
...whispers,
sighing open in the
dark 'round his bed,
His spine prickles, ripples,
rears him up like a viper,
eyes parched and pleading,
throat squeezing punk bile
back into it's hole.
"You cunt, sinner, snake,
bloody fuck I'll kill you,
Want, keep your
unintended
self
to yourself,
Lust, you have no place, no right,
no authority over me,
we swore we'd let her be,
Liar, you come to me
pleading for blood
that does not deserve to be shed."
Shudders he upward,
surges he painfully onto his feet,
He makes for the threshold,
silent,
gaping,
o'er silver moonlight streak
(Who's sense he turns away),
a shambler, toward
"Death disguised as sleep,
nightmare waxing waking,
Pray there's no god to punish me."
Please tell me what you think
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I like this, mostly because I can find a zillion different meanings for it as it applies to you, and it could still have a zillion different meanings when applied to different readers based on their own personal experiences, but mostly I like that I can look at you and your situation and try to put the peices together with the poem like a huge puzzle. If you're praying there is no God to punish you, does that mean you're going to do it?
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