The stench of a thousand demons crawling my spine.
The heart wrenching feel of death and the sharp hands of the devil caressing my thighs.
Scattering goose bumps on my skin, slicing through my flesh.
The lips of evil press so softly but painfully across my abdomen.
His touch like glass
Ripping my flesh
Bleeding onto the naked floor
Staining deep into his nails
Taking my soul into hell for all eternity
-Pure Swami
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Of Sins And Sorrows Part I
PoetryPart I of an original PXS trilogy. Books containing emotions of emptiness, loneliness, love, happiness, depression, addiction, abuse. Poems you can relate to or cry to. A book to draw us all together in pain love and happiness. These poems are stori...
