Poetry competition CLOSED 10th October 2013 7:34pm
WINNER
pseudonymous
pseudonymous
Gleamin' with the Demon
my sweet dark seductive demon!
you please me from the inside
tickling me and licking me
touching me just right
felling just right.
wait, no!
you devilish demon you
making me feel so right
when I know it is so wrong
ribbing up on the inside
making everything right
wait, YES!
you make me feel so good
you make me moan and groan
you are my pleasing demon
I can let you out
you are my dirty little secret
you please me from the inside
tickling me and licking me
touching me just right
felling just right.
wait, no!
you devilish demon you
making me feel so right
when I know it is so wrong
ribbing up on the inside
making everything right
wait, YES!
you make me feel so good
you make me moan and groan
you are my pleasing demon
I can let you out
you are my dirty little secret
I have a demon
His name is Blood
I try to hold him back
I try to hold back the pain
Devil's child
Aiming for Hell
Cold hearted killer
All is well
Once he is out
All faith will fail
Demonic sympathy
To Hell with the saints
Gods a liar
I can't be saved
I sung along with the damned
Polished Persephone's ring
Survived the fires
That demon of mine
Threw my soul away
His name is Blood
I try to hold him back
I try to hold back the pain
Devil's child
Aiming for Hell
Cold hearted killer
All is well
Once he is out
All faith will fail
Demonic sympathy
To Hell with the saints
Gods a liar
I can't be saved
I sung along with the damned
Polished Persephone's ring
Survived the fires
That demon of mine
Threw my soul away
Velz Unequivocal
Call me impetus fly,
the glori-pitiful
palace stye.
From 'phant in fig
to hammered pig;
the maggoty, faggoty
Philippi.
Call me sinister fly,
the spoiled, semitic ol'
blackened tie.
With pom-poms in vain
reflections of pain;
tyrannic, hasidical
Mordecai
Call me clinical fly,
the cold and critical,
golden eye
for value in men,
and trauma-doll sin;
the harbinger locust
of moldy rye.
Call me mystical fly,
the High Inferior
pool of lye.
The suck in cess'
of grimoire mess;
empirically evident
hole in the sky.
Unequivocal fly,
the bold, irreverent
flutter-by.
The breached cocoon
from nautilus dune
at eschaton wake
to nullify.
Call me quizzical fly,
call me and I'll clarify.
Two-Zero-Eight,
Five-Seven-Seven,
Zero-Five-Five-Six.
-the fly
Call me impetus fly,
the glori-pitiful
palace stye.
From 'phant in fig
to hammered pig;
the maggoty, faggoty
Philippi.
Call me sinister fly,
the spoiled, semitic ol'
blackened tie.
With pom-poms in vain
reflections of pain;
tyrannic, hasidical
Mordecai
Call me clinical fly,
the cold and critical,
golden eye
for value in men,
and trauma-doll sin;
the harbinger locust
of moldy rye.
Call me mystical fly,
the High Inferior
pool of lye.
The suck in cess'
of grimoire mess;
empirically evident
hole in the sky.
Unequivocal fly,
the bold, irreverent
flutter-by.
The breached cocoon
from nautilus dune
at eschaton wake
to nullify.
Call me quizzical fly,
call me and I'll clarify.
Two-Zero-Eight,
Five-Seven-Seven,
Zero-Five-Five-Six.
-the fly
