Enslaver Poems - Poems about Enslaver

...blood drips down my sickly body. blade like a brush dancing across my delicate skin. painting a lovely picture. a puddle of blood and tears pooling at my feet. this is how i go. at the......Read the rest...

...Poetry is stupid. It always has been and it always will be. If another stupid poet publishes another stupid work I'll scream and tear my hair out. If I have to rip apart another poem and put it......Read the rest...

...I wouldn’t say that life is fair, but sometimes the wind blows in our favour. We do sense tension in the air, every time life issues a disclaimer. In life you may be coerced, in to becoming a self bl......Read the rest...

...Sounds of Silence ! Where did it all go wrong ? What brought on this Silence ? Bitter is the taste of cold, gray winds of silence. A formidable force that harbours shadows. Shadows fragment,......Read the rest...

..."The desire for personal exculpation from the sins of society is a kind of fetish, akin to solar panels on a 4,000-square-foot house." Exemption from our anti-social competition and egocentrism ......Read the rest...

...The harness moans creaking in the softness Clasping the free falls in pure nakedness Enchanted the mace ends light-up at edges; Enslaver to be in true warrior mode: A mans world you endeavor to......Read the rest...

...(Continued from part two) O! enslaver beware, you are sprouting horns. Kher, poor thing, you should try to be fair, Nimble mares, could tongue-tie you there. The bulls are rearing in their thri......Read the rest...