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Dancing In The Dark
The makings all man-made illusions,
Artificial lights that imtitate my insides,
and they're hollow like these shitty holes in my head.
When I die, I want to stay here.
It's the only place my soul has ever felt safe.
The only place I truly fit.
[i]I belong.
It cradles my existence.
I'm property.
"The bitch of morbid light"
Wrapped up in it's blinding, beautiful energy,
I'm the cherry in the emptiness.
Contribution to completion.
This is where I thrive.
In dead silence and isolation.
Fueled by adverse thoughts,
I fondle, bend and fuck my mind as
My ink tube spits black -
Pure sinister damage.
I lick the pages.
kiss the letters.
and embrace the constant supply.
Call it a soul-sucking abyss if you'd like -
I'm still alive.
Dancing in this inffected nature,
getting drunk on filthiness,
sleeping around with insane company
and waking up with all types of diseases.
But I'm not afraid...
I'm inspired.[/i]
Artificial lights that imtitate my insides,
and they're hollow like these shitty holes in my head.
When I die, I want to stay here.
It's the only place my soul has ever felt safe.
The only place I truly fit.
[i]I belong.
It cradles my existence.
I'm property.
"The bitch of morbid light"
Wrapped up in it's blinding, beautiful energy,
I'm the cherry in the emptiness.
Contribution to completion.
This is where I thrive.
In dead silence and isolation.
Fueled by adverse thoughts,
I fondle, bend and fuck my mind as
My ink tube spits black -
Pure sinister damage.
I lick the pages.
kiss the letters.
and embrace the constant supply.
Call it a soul-sucking abyss if you'd like -
I'm still alive.
Dancing in this inffected nature,
getting drunk on filthiness,
sleeping around with insane company
and waking up with all types of diseases.
But I'm not afraid...
I'm inspired.[/i]
Published 20th Apr 2012
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20th Apr 2012 4:45am
20th Apr 2012 5:13am
20th Apr 2012 5:28am
Dancing in this inffected nature,
getting drunk on filthiness,
sleeping around with insane company
and waking up with all types of diseases. ... Oh wow! every fucking letter to word hit me like the sweetest sickest sounds i've ever had the pleasure to read. i love your poetry. i love it. this is by far the best you've written. and i mean by that i felt the darkness come to light yet remain there like a beautiful lamp.. a gorgeous write.
20th Apr 2012 6:18am
That's what I go for. (you feeling it) Every time I write I stay true myself who i am so means a lot that you love my work Dev. Thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed it
20th Apr 2012 7:36am
20th Apr 2012 5:52pm
25th Jun 2012 2:19pm
I fondle, bend and fuck my mind as
My ink tube spits black -
I like this part. Especially the first line, it adds a sinister feeling to the second line that would otherwise we plain and boring. It's a very delicate structure for a poem; I see many lines that depend on others. For that, I applaud you. Good work.
My ink tube spits black -
I like this part. Especially the first line, it adds a sinister feeling to the second line that would otherwise we plain and boring. It's a very delicate structure for a poem; I see many lines that depend on others. For that, I applaud you. Good work.
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7th Jul 2015 9:31am
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