My spirits rage the primal call. 

There’s a shallowness in my mind, a darkness in my soul, a depth in my need that turns the air blue and makes even the devil blush. There’s a coldness in my touch, a frost in my desire and a selfish lust for power. There’s indifference in my actions for I fear nothing and life is a boundless interaction of loss. Once known the replica is a poor copy. There is passion in my skin and my thoughts are filled with sin. I am carnal in my touch I am primal in my need, but fail to offer up to me that lovely little seed….there’s a shallowness in my need.  Take away the beauty, I reflect what I recieve, take away the beauty, for which I have no need. Theres a darkness in my soul it’s all I’ve ever known. It spreads throughout my blood and spills across my page it’s the essence of my core it is my spirits rage.
Karen Hayward ©2016



Author: blossom666

Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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