Best Viscous Poems
VISCOUS BODY OF WOE
fluid brain floods mind
neurons flee
boat breaks as dreams drown
June 24, 2018
Viscous Fangs That Bite
Satan has demonic forces doing his bidding
as I drift to sleep I'm not kidding
I go to a world with caverns filled
straight from the river of erotic death in Hell
there is creatures sporting viscous fangs that bite
dripping blood off side with eyes filled with holes
sulfur of deep erotic premonition taunts my soul
Dark embedded structures with remnants of flames
this place is for the mentally insane in the membrane
no drink of water to ever quench my thirst
fire breathing dragons with evil intentions
as I roam this wretched place of desolation
I pant for a serious question like is this my fate ?
Do some soul searching & this is what I come up with
There are two paths you can go by but in the long run
There's still time to change the road your on
That's why I pray everyday so I won't go to this place of the dead
Silence of a memory that taunts my intentions
Vast darkened caverns with demons I must flee
It's a reason to believe in a real savior to save me from danger
Satan laughing spreads his wings in this world of sin
Now I have a true purpose now I know where to begin
I have come to close not to turn back now
No use looking back when your hand is on the plow
Caged barbaric remnants I will see no more
As I gaze in the vast display of heaven's shore
For faith is the substance of things unseen
There can be no use for me living in a land of mean
Satan has demonic forces doing his bidding
as I drift to sleep I'm not kidding
I go to a world with caverns filled
straight from the river of erotic death in Hell
there is creatures sporting viscous fangs that bite
dripping blood off side with eyes filled with holes
sulfur of deep erotic premonition taunts my soul
Dark embedded structures with remnants of flames
this place is for the mentally insane in the membrane
no drink of water to ever quench my thirst
fire breathing dragons with evil intentions
as I roam this wretched place of desolation
I pant for a serious question like is this my fate ?
Do some soul searching & this is what I come up with
There are two paths you can go by but in the long run
There's still time to change the road your on
That's why I pray everyday so I won't go to this place of the dead
Silence of a memory that taunts my intentions
Vast darkened caverns with demons I must flee
It's a reason to believe in a real savior to save me from danger
Satan laughing spreads his wings in this world of sin
Now I have a true purpose now I know where to begin
I have come to close not to turn back now
No use looking back when your hand is on the plow
Caged barbaric remnants I will see no more
As I gaze in the vast display of heaven's shore
For faith is the substance of things unseen
There can be no use for me living in a land of mean
Viscous lava disc
Surface shifts in slow motion
Dropping languidly
Oil and water do not mix
So much as you and I
cannot hold the same space
We can no longer come together without something in between us as if it was gluing us with spite
for the extra effort
We breathe with viscous flow and utter words of contempt
We do not mix
Yet they all say
we are a montage