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Torturing Tease
#erotic
#seductive
#sensual
80 reads
5 Comments
experiment 612
Every… nothing…
see… nothing… feel, nothing.
Think na… why? What?
I feel… I need to feel…
I, try, why can’t I see?
I, try, why cant I smell?
I try, why… what is that distant feeling?
Closer, bring it closer.
My eyes feel open. But are they?
I taste something… metal?
The pounding draws closer… or not?
where… who am I?
The pounding gets stronger,
it can’t get closer… why?
Inside, inside the cold.
Dull and blurry, I fee… no see.
Bright, so bright. ...
see… nothing… feel, nothing.
Think na… why? What?
I feel… I need to feel…
I, try, why can’t I see?
I, try, why cant I smell?
I try, why… what is that distant feeling?
Closer, bring it closer.
My eyes feel open. But are they?
I taste something… metal?
The pounding draws closer… or not?
where… who am I?
The pounding gets stronger,
it can’t get closer… why?
Inside, inside the cold.
Dull and blurry, I fee… no see.
Bright, so bright. ...
#confusion
#dark
#nightmares #scifi
#nightmares #scifi
36 reads
4 Comments
a man's BROKEN EGO WONT BE PUNISHED but a innocent girl jailed for winning from attempt murder on her
#LifeChangingMoment
#manipulation
#morality #prison
#morality #prison
26 reads
2 Comments
Holes
My funeral was today
Yet but another day to runaway
I drug myself out of that hole
It was never my goal
Leaving but a larger piece each time
Wiping away the grime
No one to see
No one to plea
Shovel in hand i begin to fill
The hole that is there
The piece that is gone
I look around at the holes
All that I have filled
Wondering how long can this go on
How much of me will die
Before I catch her eye
Before she is mine to love
Pulling myself out of this hole
Yet but another day to runaway
I drug myself out of that hole
It was never my goal
Leaving but a larger piece each time
Wiping away the grime
No one to see
No one to plea
Shovel in hand i begin to fill
The hole that is there
The piece that is gone
I look around at the holes
All that I have filled
Wondering how long can this go on
How much of me will die
Before I catch her eye
Before she is mine to love
Pulling myself out of this hole
#heartbroken
28 reads
0 Comments
Pure emptiness
#depression
#EatingDisorder
#identity
#SelfHarm
#suffering
25 reads
0 Comments
I love you the moistest
#dirty
#erotic
133 reads
3 Comments
Self-deification
And a raven came wrap wrap wrapping on my door,
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
#apathy
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#MentalHealth
32 reads
0 Comments
A long forgotten place
Beyond the forest
A library long forgotten
Legends once told
Now each spine rotten
I walked the empty place
The dust settled on shelves
Candle in hand against the dark
Into the scrolls I delve
The light flickered against the wall
Up above the ceiling marked with paint
I had to climb the up high to see it clearly
Golden leaf along the trim to mark a saint
Hidden in a place long sealed away
A supposed hero sleeps
Death and decay can only be seen
Angels and the world weeps
In those pages they...
A library long forgotten
Legends once told
Now each spine rotten
I walked the empty place
The dust settled on shelves
Candle in hand against the dark
Into the scrolls I delve
The light flickered against the wall
Up above the ceiling marked with paint
I had to climb the up high to see it clearly
Golden leaf along the trim to mark a saint
Hidden in a place long sealed away
A supposed hero sleeps
Death and decay can only be seen
Angels and the world weeps
In those pages they...
#denial
#hope
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Lament
Find me, fix me, mend me, broken still
The words you gave me bruise tomorrow still
Maybe what you think ain’t meant to be
The world it works in ways you won’t believe
Life it seems to be a flowing stream
Never stopping, flowing as it please
Rules they make, so cut and dry
Even tho nobody sees eye to eye
Time may tell while eyes are sweltering
The mask you’ve grown to love is hell to me
Take me as I come or I won’t stay
Life is short and the world Is so damn big
The words you gave me bruise tomorrow still
Maybe what you think ain’t meant to be
The world it works in ways you won’t believe
Life it seems to be a flowing stream
Never stopping, flowing as it please
Rules they make, so cut and dry
Even tho nobody sees eye to eye
Time may tell while eyes are sweltering
The mask you’ve grown to love is hell to me
Take me as I come or I won’t stay
Life is short and the world Is so damn big
#LifeStruggles
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1 Comment
Amarok
You want me to be sweet, that's how I pleased you.
Made you believe in me, that I'm your little sheep.
Your beast. Your Amarok.
Heartless to everyone else, sinking my fangs in those who disobey;
I became the pet of the true monster which was you.
But you never read what my name means.
SICK, SICK, YOU MAKE ME SICK!!
I LIED TO YOU AND FUCKED YOU, JUST TO MAKE YOU TRUST ME.
SICK, SICK, YOU MAKE ME SICK!!
I RIPPED YOUR THROAT OUT AND FRENCH-KISSED YOUR CORPSE BECAUSE THE REAL MONSTER WAS YOU.
I had to watch you break her.
Fearful...
Made you believe in me, that I'm your little sheep.
Your beast. Your Amarok.
Heartless to everyone else, sinking my fangs in those who disobey;
I became the pet of the true monster which was you.
But you never read what my name means.
SICK, SICK, YOU MAKE ME SICK!!
I LIED TO YOU AND FUCKED YOU, JUST TO MAKE YOU TRUST ME.
SICK, SICK, YOU MAKE ME SICK!!
I RIPPED YOUR THROAT OUT AND FRENCH-KISSED YOUR CORPSE BECAUSE THE REAL MONSTER WAS YOU.
I had to watch you break her.
Fearful...
#abuse
#manipulation
#revenge
100 reads
10 Comments
peppa's dead
peppa , a pretty lady
lived in her castle of love
she loved me so she made me
paint red the little dove
peppa, oh so pretty
she wore the crown of laughter
she loved me so much
i obtained the rightful king's daughter
peppa, the sweet-sweet peppa
helped all those in need with life of her own
she loved me so she made me
ruin the night queen's tone
peppa, a pretty white dove
peppa , the rightful kings daughter
peppa, the night queen
peppa the pretty , oh so pretty, so sweet.
peppa the lover, my...
lived in her castle of love
she loved me so she made me
paint red the little dove
peppa, oh so pretty
she wore the crown of laughter
she loved me so much
i obtained the rightful king's daughter
peppa, the sweet-sweet peppa
helped all those in need with life of her own
she loved me so she made me
ruin the night queen's tone
peppa, a pretty white dove
peppa , the rightful kings daughter
peppa, the night queen
peppa the pretty , oh so pretty, so sweet.
peppa the lover, my...
#gothic
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Persian, lilac moan.
While rain tapped against the window,
he meditated on the previous year,
and the geisha woman.
In a hanamachi in Kyoto,
he witnessed her.
She danced in a way
that prompted his sinful nature.
Things a geisha would never even think of doing in public.
But then, her eyes...
The way she glanced at him sent shivers down his spine.
Her graceful moves were as elegant as falling leaves.
As delicate as cherry blossoms in spring.
She wore the colors of Asagao, Kaneshon, and Ajisai on her...
he meditated on the previous year,
and the geisha woman.
In a hanamachi in Kyoto,
he witnessed her.
She danced in a way
that prompted his sinful nature.
Things a geisha would never even think of doing in public.
But then, her eyes...
The way she glanced at him sent shivers down his spine.
Her graceful moves were as elegant as falling leaves.
As delicate as cherry blossoms in spring.
She wore the colors of Asagao, Kaneshon, and Ajisai on her...
#erotic
#lust
56 reads
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