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Demon Love
written by Genocide Reaper07:58 PM 8/8/04| Everytime I look into your eyes. I feel your pain, I sense your sorrow. Every breath I steal, I know your past, I feel the strain. Every window in your mind I can see through, I can slip through. Every Door in the house is locked. I can break it down, or kick it in.. Everytime you keep me out, I have the urge surface without a Doubt. Inside of my chest its growing, Black mass of hate and rage. It wants to rape you, It wants to take you, it wants to Tear everything Good, decent, Pure, and Virgin from you. I can't help but try to walk away. But you tap me on the shoulder as I turn the other way. When I come back around, I won't be the same. When I look into your eyes this time. I won't be able to stop what he wants. I won't give up the chance to Fix the Broken Angel before me. I will show you a Demons love...We'll walk into the house, you'd think I was harmless as a Mouse.. But I'm caring a Plauge of intentions, hell bent On selection, which part of you will I chew, which piece of you will I be cruel to. How many chasm's can I fill, how long will I bide my time...(Stop.. Not yet.) I'll smile like nothings wrong, I'll be singing a deceitful song, Right now, I'm a combination of Hate and Rage. Your wrist are so smooth, you'll think I'm just caring for you, my fingers clench yours, as my free hand finds its way down and around. Your naked now, I'm ready now, I'm going to slowly show you now. A Demons love. At first it looks like a Dove. Peaceful and smooth soaring through the scene. But, within a Blink, all of that can change.. My grasp on you is tighter, I can't let go. Its for my Desire. I'll break you by bleeding you. I'll rape you by Exploring you. I'll fuck you. Rape, you tear your sensetive parts, spread the tissue, show you the new issue. Of a Demons Love. I'll make you weep, I'll make you reap this. I cannot forget this, its always with this. I'm not who I was. I'm more then just a Love. I'm comprising of Lust and Love. I have to fuck you. I have to hurt you. I need your blood, I need your cunt! I need every square inch of you, and soon you'll find, that all of these things you've heard of being done to the human mind, body, and soul are real. If you didn't believe in God before.. Soon you Will. |
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My love.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Darkwolfgirl (8-8-2004 - 08:41 PM)
| that's pretty awesome. a little painful sounding but wicked none then less |
by cutebutpsyc0666 (8-8-2004 - 09:53 PM)
| I liked this poem.. it was really good |
by SuperBob (8-9-2004 - 02:49 AM)
| me likes these poems bestest....the vulgar ones and this one....mmmm....so very good they are....such intrigue.... *drools* |
by dacode1 (9-30-2004 - 03:09 PM)
| grinding, groaning, screaming, moaning...ripping apart only what the dark has brought to us. This world handed us the tools. We just chose our vices. mmmm...wonderful thought it is to share a bed with you, my dark lord. (now to truly define "bed") |
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