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Damnation of the Soul
I drank from your thorned chalice.
I felt your good hard brick.
I've suffered as your malice
Left my heart feeling sick.
The rose that came to pierce steel,
You held me in my throes...
Till, with nothing left to feel,
I succumbed to your blows.
But no, you were not finished...
Such cruelty at hand.
With all my worth diminished,
My soul was not yet damned.
So you preyed upon the corpse,
Of a man, once knight, now naught
But a pauper time came to warp
In the hands of a despot.
I watched my lifeblood tasted,
As your nails pierced my chest...
A reality wasted
On a man forfeiting breath.
Laughter echoed through the night,
As to body soul was bound.
Then you squeezed the heart so damn tight
That it burst with a sick sound.
The glee witnessed in your eyes
The last thing I'd ever see.
In my head I tallied the lies
That brought this ending to be.
Character flaw sumation
Tallied to lust, but little more;
Enough to bring Damnation
At spiteful hands of a witch whore!
Published 12th Sep 2015
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12th Sep 2015 4:45am
Michael the depth of emotion>such cruelty inflicted on you by this woman>
wielding pen as sword it seems> words do cut deeply>I can only hope
wounds heal quickly. Best of luck my friend.
Keith
wielding pen as sword it seems> words do cut deeply>I can only hope
wounds heal quickly. Best of luck my friend.
Keith
12th Sep 2015 4:20pm
12th Sep 2015 3:10pm
we have all had our share of messy breakups, felt wronged, abandoned, used etc etc. i believe we are untitled to those feelings & emotions for a time, we are allowed to lose ourselves in the storm of hurt, drown a little... eventually we need to take a breath...
... whore is a very strong word. i am fond of it myself, given its ability to incite anger or rouse passion... a dual edged blade we sometimes impale ourselves on when we can't see the clouds from the sky...
... don't cut yourself in anger, mon ami
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i love you both dearly & feel a sense of guilt & shame (emotions i despise for their worthlessness) for commenting here today
you are an incredible poet without need to stoop to mudslinging
... whore is a very strong word. i am fond of it myself, given its ability to incite anger or rouse passion... a dual edged blade we sometimes impale ourselves on when we can't see the clouds from the sky...
... don't cut yourself in anger, mon ami
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i love you both dearly & feel a sense of guilt & shame (emotions i despise for their worthlessness) for commenting here today
you are an incredible poet without need to stoop to mudslinging
12th Sep 2015 4:18pm
Mon amie, vous parlez bien et courageux. Je vous félicite vous entendre.
Michael
Michael
