Twist me turn me. untangle my web.
Touch me until
I am fed ..Follow my fine line of fire, but watch out you might get burned.drain me of the hot demons running through my veins,slithering your tongue on my burning spikes. Don't fight the hunger of the unsaid.love me, hate me just don't break me..say what is true that I can love you..just don't stop what you do to me. Feed me your knowledge my wings uncover..open your eyes and let me be your lover..suck this hate and blow the fate..burning smoke of beauty that surrounds our hot burnt bodies entwined...our souls connected and dance in our last breath..our sins drip down on the devil's teeth as he collects them..death can't even stop us now!!!!!
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Visions Of Spookielament
Puisidark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
