Draw closer to me cadaver
When the sun is dead to us
Seize my pleasures away
Feel the craze flowing in my veins
I am yours for the taking
An elapsed sin amongst the departed
Overlooked by the waken consort
A father’s self-effacing child
Let me sever you to strike my pinnacle
Your insipid skin whiter than the moon’s grin
No call for restraints to your remnants
Ah, Such a tonic for the obssessed
A contest entry
- come the ones who feel whats not meant to be felt.((WARNING: harsh words are used on this page)) by SignedSinerelyMe.
600 points, ended February 29, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Excellent write
Nice and dark indeed. Your insipid skin whiter. I like that phrase. I wonder why some do not read the better poems though. Must it always be sex/love to get a notice
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the emotion i felt...
was
"ewwww...ahhhh...."
awesome write. you weird lil person. best luck.
~the judge and the x-a-q-tionar.
.me.
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