| Dark Poetry #5 |
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Stitches Member
since 2009-11-27
Posts 159United Kingdom |
You stick and writhe Chained in red, The creature dragged Into my bed. Fire-fly eyes- A darkened light, Steps, a silent Butterfly's flight. The teeth that sink, To feathered cries- Angel white Ironic demise. And I feel that Copper breath. And I taste that Tongue of death. Consume and spew, Pinch out my life, A candle burnt By the Devil's wife. 'I feel like an animal, and I don't think that I get it. But one day I'll see you around.' |
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