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For The Love Of A Lunatic
As her body rocks with laughter
and blood drips from her blade,
I hold her close to my chest.
How I love to see her smile,
so joyous and unrestrained,
what kind of monster could deny her?
So I turn my back on conscience
and give in to baser needs,
because for her reality holds no meaning,
unless it's bathed in red.
and blood drips from her blade,
I hold her close to my chest.
How I love to see her smile,
so joyous and unrestrained,
what kind of monster could deny her?
So I turn my back on conscience
and give in to baser needs,
because for her reality holds no meaning,
unless it's bathed in red.
Published 5th Sep 2012
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5th Sep 2012 5:33pm
this brings to mind that one lady who used to bathe in the blood of virgins,
nice write.
nice write.
5th Sep 2012 5:44pm
Hmm, I didn't have Elizabeth Bathory in mind when I wrote it but that makes sense *nods*. I'm happy you liked it :)
9th Dec 2012 9:57pm
Strong stuff! I especially like the rhythm of the piece and the dark emotions. From what I've seen of your material , you are a fearless poet.
9th Dec 2012 11:38pm
Thank you TonyP! I indeed don't hold back in my poetry; for the fiction, I see no need to, and for the rest, I use writing as a way to work through things, so holding back would be self-detrimental.
