I feel nothing,
oh please forgive me,
but my heart has crumbled,
and lost its virginity.
The world is spinning,
senseless yet serene,
mindless is the banter,
of this stupid pathetic dream.
My veins pulsate,
with puss and sugar,
a cocktail so voodoo,
it should be vulgar.
but time has a weariness,
that has yet to affect longevity,
I love the skin you're in,
now give it to me.
Stitched together,
now,
forever,
I'm better than death,
I am the last breath,
hung in the air,
take me in,
and indulge my sin,
I'll give you time,
life,
with no restrictions,
the only affliction,
is me.
A contest entry
- Freedom.Love.Surrealism.Macabre- My brithday Contest by RechercheCadaver.
625 points, ended March 28, 2009, 8 entries
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