Pauly Plaster J.R. Poet Romanticism

She's Dead

The succubus bleeds in the shadows of woe, I feel nothing as your eyes glaze over. Haunted you linger with a necrotic glow. I feel nothing as your flesh begins to harden. Hush child, tis time to be silent as infinity embraces you deep. Go fourth the abyss and wander the coils of fathomless oceans of sleep…

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Jared Pickett February 16, 2014 at 10:37 PM This is typically not subject I would like. In a disturbing way I can dig it. On to the next one!Asavvy1 Pauly Plaster J.R. February 16, 2014 at 10:42 PM Thanks man. One glance from my ex from across the bar, and this poem wrote itself. Life,...No one gets out alive. Thanks for the feed back brother.

Michael Alexander February 16, 2014 at 10:04 PM Such callousness, so vivid. I like it. I really love this! Thank you for sharing! - Mike. Pauly Plaster J.R. February 16, 2014 at 10:13 PM Thank you sir. Means a lot. =)