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woe
scream in the scorn
tempted lust relent
inside the insipient need wither
it is a curse to bear, to want
a drug of delusion is desire
with great peaks and valleys
churning in your inward chambers
least of all your heart who cares not for the mind
the intellect will tell you better
but what does it matter in the ache
that pulses a passion so great
in the heat of the moment compromised
to an end likened to Romeo and Juliet
with a pull so underhanded
to cause deep distress
when the two come together
the end is disaster
Published 14th Aug 2023
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14th Aug 2023 1:08am
14th Aug 2023 1:10am
good evening beautiful Dragonfly thank you graciously lovely lady... I'm happy to hear from you tonight 💕
14th Aug 2023 4:35am
14th Aug 2023 4:45am
14th Aug 2023 3:38pm
15th Aug 2023 5:11pm
Love has always ended in death,
But we, suffering from neediness,
We are captivated by the whirlwind,
Preferring to die loving.
And after this death is not finite,
Toy, reckless and longing, play with me
We live the rest of eternity tortured
A broken heart and a sick soul.
And this pain gives rise to a new desire,
After all, the immortal spirit is not ready.
And inevitably, like the Devil,
A new love is knocking on the door.
This never-ending hunger and passion.
Forever seeking a new disaster...
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It seems that the more passionate you are the more the Devil comes calling...
Because you are the drug he seeks... the eternal excitement of the human soul.
A soul that burns with lust and desire with such depth it touches Hell...
And Hell touches it...
But we, suffering from neediness,
We are captivated by the whirlwind,
Preferring to die loving.
And after this death is not finite,
Toy, reckless and longing, play with me
We live the rest of eternity tortured
A broken heart and a sick soul.
And this pain gives rise to a new desire,
After all, the immortal spirit is not ready.
And inevitably, like the Devil,
A new love is knocking on the door.
This never-ending hunger and passion.
Forever seeking a new disaster...
--------------------------------------------------------------
It seems that the more passionate you are the more the Devil comes calling...
Because you are the drug he seeks... the eternal excitement of the human soul.
A soul that burns with lust and desire with such depth it touches Hell...
And Hell touches it...
22nd Aug 2023 11:02pm
I agree beautiful Kristina it does continue after death I believe I often wonder with the beings I see in my dreams what awaits me... they are very odd indeed, scary character but I wonder are they so very different from me? I will attract a new love perhaps an old love will continue to stalk me dimension to dominion...I am that type I believe... thank you for your dark response I enjoyed it very much ❤️
22nd Aug 2023 3:05am
