My demon that smiles at me from across the room
I suffocate while feeling his gaze
His skin as hard as my resentment
Empowering him by the second
His tone as red as my pains of anger
Where is my self control?
The feeling of deprivation is agonizing
Give me back my self control
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My demon that smiles at me while in my embrace
I breathe in his erotic aroma while feeling his gaze
His skin as soft as my deluded mind
Making him divine
His tone as red as my heart that I gave him
I don't need control
The feeling of indulgence is bliss
I don't want my self control back
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Tears Of A Confused Soul // Poems
PoetryI don't speak for you, I don't speak of societal truths I speak for myself, I speak of my truths My heart is mine. My Poems. not much to it. No specific genre, just my mood in that moment and time. Since it has to do with my moods, I may not post...
