- Erotic Poetry
- For You To Writhe Later Now I Bleed
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So grotesque and horrid are the deeds done in a times past.
Mutilation arises now because the fake happiness could not last.
I scratch and peel away at this pale, sin infested skin.
Hurting so I may feel as though I am alive again.
So utterly horrible are these scars left upon my manly pride.
Feeling so dead that this fails to stir disturbing emotion inside.
Underneath the sea of ever lasting black is the cloak where these reminders of failure are hid.
Prick and slit this unwanted skin away so that you I may hurt when we make love upon another days bliss.
And I will do this cold hearted act willingly because you will never be allowed back inside of this.
In the immortal walls of hate built by a tear at a time is what you may miss.
Killing myself oh so slowly and painfully so you'll be able to spot the pain that you have induced unto me.
My death in the near future will mean that your happiness will never have any chance to be.
