- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Daemonia
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with hammer fists,
she beats against the gray walls of my brain.
hard as rail spikes,
her rage batters my will into submission.
I press my hands to my ears,
but her battle cry leaves me cringing in fear.
rebellious bitch,
beautiful whore.
I feel her filthy sex throbbing wet.
her raven eyes burn through the silver glass.
In disgust, into the sink I vomit and gag.
with open palms I shatter her laughing reflection.
i can't fight the subliminal urge she is feeding.
my holy water, vodka and tequila all betray me.
they leave me weak and powerless to her hunger.
There's no exorcism for this demon devouring me.
I strap on my boots,
and lick the whip.
I am a rebellious bitch,
I am a beautiful whore,
I love the way she strokes my thighs.
With crippled morality and twisted sanity,
I battle her in the abyss of my soul.
In vain hope of being granted victory
and redemption.
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