Submissions by beastdrive (Max)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Collared
So close my heart, burn the bridges of bonds.
No room for remorse.
No more loves.
Demon incarnated after your lust.
Sadistic glee, void between us destroyed in a heart.
Beat.
Vanquishing pride, ego and light in my arms.
Naked deadly masochist, crippled in my vice.
Pain and ecstacy in our skin.
Twisted tormentor vexing that little naughty fiend.
Bloods to be bled, so everythings met.
Feral ignition set.
Nitrous adrenaline burning in your muscles needs to be worked.
So fucking move.
Pray you make it out...
No room for remorse.
No more loves.
Demon incarnated after your lust.
Sadistic glee, void between us destroyed in a heart.
Beat.
Vanquishing pride, ego and light in my arms.
Naked deadly masochist, crippled in my vice.
Pain and ecstacy in our skin.
Twisted tormentor vexing that little naughty fiend.
Bloods to be bled, so everythings met.
Feral ignition set.
Nitrous adrenaline burning in your muscles needs to be worked.
So fucking move.
Pray you make it out...
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Depletion
And in this bout with listless boredom, nihilistic feeling and depression,
I find myself on the floor.
I stare cold.
In transgressing naked, mindless insatiable anger,
I dropped to my knees.
I am lost.
Is this all there is?
All these material and familial items just physics and chemistry.
Biomechanical system of intelligence simply resisting the drive to the grave.
Tell the reason we live for?
Tell me why I am here.
Give me reason for existence.
I have this insatiable hunger.
Is it to understand, is it to have a meaning for...
I find myself on the floor.
I stare cold.
In transgressing naked, mindless insatiable anger,
I dropped to my knees.
I am lost.
Is this all there is?
All these material and familial items just physics and chemistry.
Biomechanical system of intelligence simply resisting the drive to the grave.
Tell the reason we live for?
Tell me why I am here.
Give me reason for existence.
I have this insatiable hunger.
Is it to understand, is it to have a meaning for...
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The Animal In The Dark
Some things are unexpected. Very unexpected.
Fate has dealt me a very queer hand over these slow days.
I see harlots and harlequins, solemn faces and disgraces.
My eyes look upon them but see no more than shadow.
No light shines out, I won't open the door for them.
No spark, no fire, no chemicals, no nothing.
But fate always deals its cards in time.
There's always something to keep us alive,
Other than fucking television.
Sparks.
I've crossed the barrier between childhood and manhood.
I've had those hurts, that pleasure, that...
Fate has dealt me a very queer hand over these slow days.
I see harlots and harlequins, solemn faces and disgraces.
My eyes look upon them but see no more than shadow.
No light shines out, I won't open the door for them.
No spark, no fire, no chemicals, no nothing.
But fate always deals its cards in time.
There's always something to keep us alive,
Other than fucking television.
Sparks.
I've crossed the barrier between childhood and manhood.
I've had those hurts, that pleasure, that...
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