A writing mass of heaped appendage
Slipping grasp thesquirming slick
Extend the reach to touch the face
Burn the mind, reveal the quick
Crushing razors, hollow shells
That snap, that twitch
That cinch and rend
To hold the subject, bodily
'Till mind blows soft and life meets end
Bone extrusions gash and grind
In moistened depths of smacking heat
While tearing flesh from averse bone
The body whole prepares to eat
What takes the world in lightened sence
Can also seek the outward gleam
They rob the all of essence to
Report the nothing they have seen
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Dark Poetry
PuisiThis is a colection of thoughts or nightmares in form of poetry, some of them written by myself, some only gathered by me. The darkness is in all of us just waiting to get out, but not in the light. No, darkness reaches out for darkness, so you thin...
