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The Whore of a MuseThe Whore of A MuseThe Whore of a Muse
His whore, is She Her muse, is He He pleasures Her As She does He His eyes entranced She’ll take this dance With touch She feels It’s all surreal He takes her there and everywhere She takes him too Could it be you? He longs inside She opens wide He does not go Not Friend nor Foe Slow
by ~sanctuarymoon
Brown Carpet BurnsMy retinas burn from shades of past days Gaze strained on singled fibers waving away Skin burns as memory serves Certain rash is just a pain away Brown carpet Blast from my past Burn me now just like then Scar me and bind me Forever to your sight Pain me Pain my heart Blood run through your sculpture A stagnant pool in time Dye youBrown Carpet Burns
Die me Die he
by ~sanctuarymoon
The OtherUse meThe Other
Abuse me not Take not this heart and pain it Leave your mark, you do And leave Away No friendly hello’s You shame me by ignorance Does he to she? NO With the dignity of a whore, I lie there Emotionless
Let this ring true Do what you do, then go This is on me Fault me Fault me to this sword with double edges Spear me with one, my heart with the other Afraid are you? Thorns can be scary What lies beneath you? Extend a hand, a hug. Inside me
I try, try I do You to she I to he Yes in
by ~sanctuarymoon
GraciousGracious
All that is me, is not A distant memory from long ago life wasted. Year after year, clouded by guilt Fear compounding fear of.. loss, imminent Vast emptiness in a world of plenty Alone, here I sit… all my life away. All you have done has indeed become the undone. Lessons learned now lost Walls closing, bridges burn away No god can save me No man of word bring comfort Strife I cause thee and thee I step towards the pass now, away I go Roses are beautiful flowers lest the thorns The thorn causes pain and blood loss to all who tou
by ~sanctuarymoon
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DancersThere are those among us who dance in darkness, who shroud themselvesDancers
in rays of night. They dicount their worth, and take from us what means most. Although, sinners, all we are, the evil of dancers preludes over us, like luna, lumnious and grand.
Over us.
by ~NoOnesLamerlocke
3 Fold"Don't run with scissors." It's suicide, Understand why I have died,3 Fold
Cut me out of mind, your memory, know that you collected me,
leave the paper hang my fib'rous foot, please let scissors cut,
by tiny fibers so hangs it now so just ;et me hang somehow,
that will not let go my neck, hold tight now, come give my a kiss g'nite.
by ~NoOnesLamerlocke
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