I still feel your fist, knuckles bright,
Taut about my neck.
The thought of everlasting bliss,
At my expense.
Making love my dear, shuffling over,
Gently piercing.
'Til fluids flow, upon the bed,
Stained red.
Again and again, lay in rest,
To rest and rest and rest.
A contest entry
- Emo by PinkeyPromise.
400 points, ended June 22, 9 entries
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very intense, i liked it.
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I think I've read it about 6 times now...make that 7...
You have such a way with words...I love the way you make them twist the mind... xD
Fantastic write, as usual! Keep up the good work!
~Angel
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I try my best =P
<3
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Lolz, your best rocks obviously! I'm trying not to be jealousness...but you make it so haaaaaaaaaaard!
I'll just settle for being envious but admiring all the same... 
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Teehee thaaaanks
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Me like-y a lot-y!
Murder is an art. XD
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well the poem wasnt very dark but i still liked it...i mean its violent but not dark...
~Divine~
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oh... >.>
rape? -
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Noooo Muuuurrrrrder!
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"Making love my dear,"
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Yup! with a knife o__o going stab stab stab
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