Heart beat racing,
My eyes go dark
An inferno whithin me waiting...
waiting for the igniting spark
Voices chanting my name,
Taunting my decision
The consequences for my display
I could not envision
Snapping the tension,
my ties are unbound
The hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention
Time itself is slowing down
I lose control...
my hands tainted...
covered in the warm crimson satisfaction














Comments
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If I have to suffer any more, Mel Gibson is going to make a f%*#ing movie about me!!!
I like the poem by the way.
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Tomorrow will come with out prayer.
The end will come with out hurrying.
I live only to be worthy of the corpse
I shall leave behind on that day...
I
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If I have to suffer any more, Mel Gibson is going to make a f%*#ing movie about me!!!
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Tomorrow will come with out prayer.
The end will come with out hurrying.
I live only to be worthy of the corpse
I shall leave behind on that day...
I
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