Lust Shame! And Sin, You Burn Under My Skin

My lust cries out to your scent upon the wind, you failed to give in, you burn under my skin. Your demands your bold my pride l fold, I demand to come in, you burn under my skin. Your eyes they tease, on my knees I say please, you are my sin! you burn under…Read more Lust Shame! And Sin, You Burn Under My Skin

Emotional Stance Apocalyptic Advance

In real-world domination, deception devising the truth in perception's declining aggression, we’ve reached that point in time where the underpinning of mankind is in need of reflection, will we suffer from no exceptions. I bear the cross that is mine, I to feel that savage beast in the passing of time. Your fears will not slow…Read more Emotional Stance Apocalyptic Advance

Cat And Mouse I’m Food, It’s Rude

Eyes bleeding naked from a kiss, this sting of pain your wrath! restrains, the hummingbird sings. When you pealed the flesh from my wounds, deciding my doom! the delicate bouquet you've placed on my tome. In your chests beats the heart of a beast claws and fangs built for the feast, before cries that matters the lease. Your…Read more Cat And Mouse I’m Food, It’s Rude

Not Your Problem! You Say!

This will be a cautionary tale that I will endeavor to dispel, accuracy! cause and effect, the psychosis from childhood neglect. This race for such a random rationale for reason I can't compile, the difficulty wouldn't be determining disturbance to what degree, the details! of a living hell. Ideas influenced by investigation's participation, the quality in those queries…Read more Not Your Problem! You Say!

I Must Seek!

I'm seeking the unity in harmony, the dew droplets clinging to the twigs in the twilight of morning. Needing your warmth and tenderness such innocence! the smile on an infant child's face, only knowing God's grace. But in the shadows of my pain I will pay the cost, the gale-force winds capsizing the fishing trawler…Read more I Must Seek!

Prison Pain And The Insane

Tasting the better sweet fruits of fools crying over the gravity of life's pain, naively self-inflicted while seeking the riches in the forbidden gains, Reality becomes the task masters whip! that snap! before the crack! hell there's no way back. Drowning in the cesspool of this pity party order by thy own hand, surely the…Read more Prison Pain And The Insane