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Asphyxiation.
It starts a simple hit and miss,
A girl; too decadent a kiss.
A simple gasp for blood and gold,
And scarlet legs begin to fold,
An inhale that cannot be sold.
A complex mind if worthy size,
And old and nectar ridden eyes,
A tongue that tastes a bed of lies.
My darling grasp, how you release,
My footsteps crumble and decrease,
I feel that now I am at peace.
Until my sins are birds of dust,
I do what I've been taught I must,
And wrap this noose around my lust.
And now a future once so bright,
Tainted by Stockholm in the night
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Published 12th Nov 2009
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Anonymous
12th Nov 2009 11:00am
Very nice - felt slightly unsettled whilst reading. Majestic rhyming, I like it.
