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From This Sweet and Bitter Pain, Springs Poetic Life

From This Sweet and Bitter Pain, Springs Poetic Life

From This Sweet and Bitter Pain, Springs Poetic Life,
Forever Spiraling In Erotic and Eternal Chaos.
Hotly Contesting All of Life's Graphic Strife,
Lustfully Desiring the Very Best and Worst of Us.

From This Love Springs Immortal Pain,
Wanting For Death's Bold and Merciful Grasp.
Ravenous and Hungry For This Love and Lust In Vain,
Like The Deadly Spider to The Lorned Wasp.
 
From This Sweet and Bitter Pain, Springs Poetic Life,
Breathing Into My Dead Soul A Burst of Brief and Shallow Breath. 
Carrys Me Forward Through The Sharpness of This Mortal Knife,
Praying For A Lover's Most Merciful and Delicious Death.

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I Wish I Could Let You Go

I Wish I Could Let You Go,
Knowing the Way You Feel Indiffrent To Me.
Always Hoping That My Emotions Won't Show,
Knowing That the Love I Feel Has No We.

Shoving My Heart Below My Gaping Mouth,
Knowing There is A Quick and Painless Blue Sleep.
Always Your Secretive Emotions Go South,
Knowing The Ebony Secrets You Keep.

I Wish I Could Let You Go,
Knowing Your Heart Eludes Me.
Always Wanting You To Grow,
Knowing The Pathetic Part Of Me.

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I Pray For No Tomorrow

I Pray For No Tomorrow        

I Pray For No Tomorrow,
Setting Suns Do Bring Dim Light To Truths. 
Your Selfish Fingers On My Shuddering Soul Brings Sorrow,
Squeezing Out My Precious Immortal Juice.

Once Dimly Aware of This Futile Battle,
Always Hoping For a Miraculous Repreive.
Knowing, Knowing While Fighting This Futile Battle,
That Love's Cruel Murder Awaits As I Grieve.

I Pray For No Tomorrow,
Cooling Skies Do Chill My Shallow Breath.
Willing is My Sacrifice For Your Sweet Sorrow,
Praying, Praying For A More Merciful Death.

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My Hot and Diluted Tears

My Hot and Diluted Tears   
 
My Hot and Diluted Tears,
Willingly Opened to Your Ridicule.
Knowing No Apocalypse to My Fears,
Accepting of Your Fierce and Fickle Rule.
 
My Prayer to Cleave Unto Your Shifting Soul,
Knowing I Have Waxened, and Make-shift Wings.
Flying Cousined to Your Searing, Hot Sun,
Falling To My Death, No Heed to the Toll.
 
My Hot and Diluted Tears,
Praying For A Certain Death's Interface.
To Sacrifice the Balance of My Years,
A Cemented Rest My Only Embrace.

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Wanting Love Is Certain Madness

Wanting Love Is Certain Madness,
Seductive, Selfish, Ensnaring Ones Heart.
Always Needs You, But Makes You Less,
Hungry, Wanting, Unwilling To Not Part.
 
One's Obsessive Love Makes You Crazy,
Enticing Mutiny of The Heart From The Mind.
Imagination Knows No Lazy,
Craving Gluttony For the Desires of Your Kind.
 
Wanting Love Is Certain Madness,
Now Crippling, Muting the Seductive Dreams.
Desires Hungry For Forwardness,
Never Realizing What the Heart So Deems.

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I Feel I'M Dying

I Feel I'm Dying
 
I Feel I'm Dying,
My Soul Hovering and Weak.
Knowing There is No Lying,
My Heart Hazardly Pierced Does Leak.
 
Truth Dealt the Lethal Blow,
And Apathy Will Quickly Bury.
I've Learned All I Need to Know,
Alone My Mortal Shell I Must Carry.
 
I Feel I'm Dying,
Tomorrows will ever come.
There's No Time for Crying,
When This Love For Life is Done.

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Smearing Tears On My Table

Smearing Tears On My Table,
Irridescent In The Glow Of Pale Light.
Trailing Down My Face and Able,
To Bring Out The Pain Heightened At Night.

Evaporating Into The Darkness,
Yet Pooling Into Oceans Deep.
Sadness Bourne As I Accept Less,
The Price Of Lost Love Is So Steep.

Smearing Tears On My Table,
Moistening My Numbed Fingers.
Love Being A Subject of Poetic Fable,
This Pain Purchased To Forever Linger.

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It Is a Cruel and Michievous God

It is a Cruel and Mischievous God,
That Sprung Me Sadistically Here.
No Doubt Oblivious To That Gentle Nod,
Of My Indifferent Maker Who Swore to Care.
 
They say it will be The Laying Down Divine Hands, 
That Will Cut My Tethered Soul Loose.
But My Impatience for Divine Intervention,
Has Introduced Me to the Charms of the Noose.
 
A Celestial Orphan I have Become,
Forever Searching for My Apathetic Father.
To Bless Me Before My Life is done,
Loving Me forever Until There is No Other.

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I Have Dark Secrets

I Have Dark Secrets,
 
Burrowing Through My Soul,
Like Death Worms To The Flesh,
Taking Its Merciless Toll,
My Pain Always Bleeding Fresh,
This Death Rattle I Did Willingly Catch.
 
I Have Dark Secrets,
 
Assigned To My Punishment,
Like Heavenly Storms Above,
Too Arrogant to Build a Battlement,
Black Smoke Confuses the Peaceful Dove,
Still Wants for the Miracle of Destined Love.
 
I Have Dark Secrets,
 
Always Waiting to Leach Out.
Like Sucking Wounds,
Craving Another Suicidal Bout,
Lost Among the Many Shifting Dunes,
When Did My Life Come to Such Ruin?
 
I Have Dark Secrets,
 
Keeping Me Close.
Wanting to Highlight,
The Decisions I Chose,
Searching the Dark, For What Is Right,
Heedless To My Screams Into The Night.
 
I Have Dark Secrets

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I Long For Your Sweet Tyranny

I Want For Your Sweet Tyranny

I Want  For Your Sweet Tyranny,
Close to Me Forever Cleaved.
Wanting You to Want the Deepest, Darkest and Lightest Parts of Me,
This Immortal Warden Allows No Merciful, Humane Reprieve.

Shallow Graves Do Poorly Cover,
The Sins Of Our Bodies Desire.
My Soul Does Vibrantly Hover,
As My Heart Longs to Expire.

I Want For Your Sweet Tyranny,
To Dominate My Very Being.
Praying, Praying, No Sun To See,
As I Cast Away My Mortal Being.