Submissions by PoeticMalice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Demon Lover
A pinhole in the curtain of night.
Pierced by the intensity of my stare.
Eyes burning through, eyes of fire.
Teeth like knives, heart and breath quicken.
He wants out, he wants me, and he wants you.
The war in one’s self, an inner struggle for the domination of my soul.
Visions of violence and bloodlust crowd my mind.
The demon I am.
The devil is my bard, and I his instrument.
He plays a song of mayhem, and I dance the steps of chaos.
Depraved ravings of lunacy and suggestion, echo in my mind.
Let go, and let the larceny of...
Pierced by the intensity of my stare.
Eyes burning through, eyes of fire.
Teeth like knives, heart and breath quicken.
He wants out, he wants me, and he wants you.
The war in one’s self, an inner struggle for the domination of my soul.
Visions of violence and bloodlust crowd my mind.
The demon I am.
The devil is my bard, and I his instrument.
He plays a song of mayhem, and I dance the steps of chaos.
Depraved ravings of lunacy and suggestion, echo in my mind.
Let go, and let the larceny of...
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Portfolio of a Manic Artist
Crimson tears rain down, from my lacerated heart.
The wound runs deep, but the pain is fathomless.
I walk through the maelstrom, trying not to cut my feet on the shards of my life.
Over many hills and valleys, I follow my path.
Chained to the hand of destiny.
He is the artist to my portrait of life.
His brush, the harbinger of my future.
One stroke can eradicate my dreams.
The colors of his palette strip my voice, and rape my vision.
Blind and mute he leads me into his picture of my life.
Insanity give my muscles the strength to attack the...
The wound runs deep, but the pain is fathomless.
I walk through the maelstrom, trying not to cut my feet on the shards of my life.
Over many hills and valleys, I follow my path.
Chained to the hand of destiny.
He is the artist to my portrait of life.
His brush, the harbinger of my future.
One stroke can eradicate my dreams.
The colors of his palette strip my voice, and rape my vision.
Blind and mute he leads me into his picture of my life.
Insanity give my muscles the strength to attack the...
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