My path.

I have a path, all of my own.

Where I can live, and call it home.

I’ve walked along a sandy shore,

and tapped upon a lover’s door.

I’ve watched the waves come crashing in

and spent a day, or two, in sin.

I have a path, that is my own,

where I fight my demons

for my unknown reason’s,

where I can be, and call it home.

 

Dearest Dear

blossomsworld

I have this desire, deep down inside of me,

to rip open your soul, and play havoc in your heart.

To tear open your fucking body, and rip apart your chest

and let the crimson blood of life, spill across my naked breast.

I want to ruin you, own you, to destroy you in the crumpled sheets

of a single bed, beneath the incessant rumbles of a thunderous sky.

Why must I always feel like you are waiting to say goodbye?

I want to taste your blood against my tongue, to chain you in a darkened room with no where to run.

I want pleasure and pain,

and multiple orgasms to drive me insane.

The ticking and tocking, of the eternal clock,

Is a fucking cunt and needs to stop.

I wish to end this unforgiving battle, and taste the bitter tincture

that will cease this ebbing flow,

and reunite…

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Dearest Dear

I have this desire, deep down inside of me,

to rip open your soul, and play havoc in your heart.

To tear open your fucking body, and rip apart your chest

and let the crimson blood of life, spill across my naked breast.

I want to ruin you, own you, to destroy you in the crumpled sheets

of a single bed, beneath the incessant rumbles of a thunderous sky.

Why must I always feel like you are waiting to say goodbye?

I want to taste your blood against my tongue, to chain you in a darkened room with no where to run.

I want pleasure and pain,

and multiple orgasms to drive me insane.

The ticking and tocking, of the eternal clock,

Is a fucking cunt and needs to stop.

I wish to end this unforgiving battle, and taste the bitter tincture

that will cease this ebbing flow,

and reunite our defiled and ravaged soul.

I’ll do anything; everything, all that must be,

to have you before me,

on your fucking knees.

 

A moments weakness.

A moments weakness.

As I whisper,
I wish you could hear me,
Be near me.
As I whisper,
Into a dark and desperate world
I am empty, in this great void.
I close my eyes, and dream
Of another world, another time,
Where you are mine.
As I whisper, into the lonely night
I wonder if I will ever catch sight,
Of my dreams in this reality,
Where darkness rules and light
Cowers, frightened in a corner.
As the darkness pulls me under,
The cold snuggling against my bones,
And my heart turns a frosted shade of black,
I wonder if you know, I want you back.

The End.

I’m tired;
tired of the lies, the façade,
the ugly mask you wear.
I’m tired of the egg shells
that dig deep into my soles,
and the words that
rip holes in my soul.
I’m tired.
Tired of the emptiness,
the constant flow of
Negativity,
that slams into me
leaving unseen scars,
leaving me empty.
I’m tired.
So tired.

I want to say Hi.

I want to text ‘Hi.’,
but every time I try,
‘How are you?’
Your responses are poo.
It’s always the same,
the words are so lame.
An incomplete truth
it’s like a comedy spoof.
we both are the same,
in this foreign game,
A well thought out line,
that we can shield behind.