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This is my latest baby to prove to myself that I haven't lost my writing abilities. Treat her harshly, and I shall thank you. Tear her apart limb from limb and help me put her back together perfect again. aka....HELP ME FIX HER!!!!
Chronic and addictive, lips of ambrosia,
Feather boa and soft silken touches,
Appearing in the darkest glimpses of immortality,
I drink in his appearance as my soul slips into...
Dark skinned, apocalyptic, psuedo-masochistic,
Eyes of eternity wrapped up in a kiss,
With his white laced finger tips and long paced nails,
He was our god above, the god of love, the ruler of this hell.
We fall into arms of lithe muscles that adorn us,
Like serpent skins and bobby pins, fangs that implore us.
Teeth that bite and lips that fight and tongues that will stroke,
Upon our skin like a safety pin, the greatest of his jokes.
He was our god above, the god of love, the ruler of this hell.
He danced in our dreams and ripped at the seams, our hopes we thought as well--
Maybe in the after life a peace and calm would wait,
But he was god above, the god below, he was one in the same.
Waiting with arms of needles, and eyes that spoke of pain,
An angelic grin, and hands that had killed and killed again--
He was our god above, the god of love, the ruler of this hell,
He ruled our knives, and ruled our lives, and our children as well.
And as we fell before him, he whispered with decadent sighs:
"Pray to me my lovely child, and you shall never die."
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