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progeny
I keep to path,
I was created to be the soul I am
I was desired deeply...
out of a great need born into being
darkness sparks and here we are
just you and me
I sulk in my chains
it is what you crave Afterall,
my humility and pain
Sadistic want I am yours
I love the attention, I hate my affliction
that I need you too
in the interstellar dawning I am a woman
a womb for your seed
I've born with great sorrow and joy
your progeny
I take them to my breast and feed
darklings of the host
of your genetic code
lest you forget and blaspheme
I am the one you called upon in your hunger
I am your disease
Published 7th Nov 2022
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8th Nov 2022 6:18pm
Once again you show your dark magic, casting desire in the form of pleasure and pain, masochism and sadism...
And the progeny of words is quite beautiful as always...
To be descend-ant. crawling, biting. to descend...
created to attract dark desires.
born into a great need...
darkness sparks hidden from most.
but not you and me
sulking in these chains.
always what is craved.
humility and pain, ego and destruction
sadistic wants fulfilled
loving the attention of this affliction
igniting darkest desires.
there is no dawn...
just a place to deposit the darkest seed.
sorrow and joy, passion and pain
always descending.
demons born in darkness...
the hellish host.
genetic code of the adversary.
blasphemy or prayer, is there a difference?
your hunger is only matched by my own.
we share this disease... called love.
And the progeny of words is quite beautiful as always...
To be descend-ant. crawling, biting. to descend...
created to attract dark desires.
born into a great need...
darkness sparks hidden from most.
but not you and me
sulking in these chains.
always what is craved.
humility and pain, ego and destruction
sadistic wants fulfilled
loving the attention of this affliction
igniting darkest desires.
there is no dawn...
just a place to deposit the darkest seed.
sorrow and joy, passion and pain
always descending.
demons born in darkness...
the hellish host.
genetic code of the adversary.
blasphemy or prayer, is there a difference?
your hunger is only matched by my own.
we share this disease... called love.
18th Nov 2022 5:13pm
This also felt like it had a spiritual theme to it, somewhere between the pain and submission, it's as if the aching fulfills a void.
Well done.
Well done.
