Possession
Rack my brain seething demons
foaming diseased embellishments
whisper foundly in a chaotic masterpiece
what doubtful lovers bed a widows heart
the satanic satin sheets that lie in between supple thoughts
reething sickness traveling foundly throughout the soul
into the tips of tears that form an ink well to write hate
hate for the man who left her there
crying alone in a see of nothing
you are your worse fear
you are worse
you are worthless
you
divine death is without a submissive past and yet you say love like it means more
sieze and pull away to view it all
hate is master to the soul
whipping blistered and course skin
bleeding, wheeping willow
drowning in the adverse grip
love me
oh god love me
see me
oh god see me
Sanctuary!
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