We will dance the dance of death,
and open wound, devouring the pain,
the hurt quells the hurt in our hearts,
so we continue. We bleed out and
sacrifice, ourselves.
Drench me in your lullaby of death,
and quench this nameless demon
lingering inside my soul; capture & confess,
tear down the walls and make it bleed,
let it ruin me, scar me and deface me,
but bring it to me on a plate of ecstasy,
dredge up my moment of peace
in a bath of blood.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
