Thursday, November 13, 2008

I plunge in deep, pushing in hard,
An irony so beautiful that befit an old senile bard.
I feel your wetness and i breathe in that scent,
So soft, so sinuous, so easily to it am i bent.

I feel the pulse, the beat of elation,
The free overtaking of fear, no subject to ration.
I lose myself in the beauty of your body,
so soft the touch of one so haughty.

I growl in pleasure, let out suppressed moans,
I pull out to plunge in again, enticed by your stifled groans.
My nails brush on your heart, something so fragile that owns,
madness engulfs, i thrust in to your bones.

I watch you shudder and lay still,
The gush of wetness, my cupped hands do fill.
I wish you would have understood,
Maybe then now you wouldn't be a part of the sensuous dead.

Thud...Thud...

Thud...Thud...

I prick my skin ,

feel the blood flow thick yet thin.
can you feel my pain?
after all this time, can you tell what i think?

my heart so heavy, words suppressed,
the grief so real, all pretense undressed.
the beats of my heart break rhythm,
i wonder if you feel the unrest.

there is no dramatized cry of pain,
no tears of wanting, no feelings spent in vain.
a coldness so alien, yet so very mine,
a person i know, different behind the line.

No longer i know what i need,
not now, i dont really know how you feel.
i wish you would come and try to heal,
do me this loving deed.

Against all i still wait for you,
wanting, watching, stopping my heart from going blue.
hurry back, for i dont what may happen to me and you,
im waiting, missing you.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Insanity Bite

Insanity Bite

Through the night into the morn,

all day long, all thats right will be wrong.
to shut us up they will sing,
scream and kill , madness it will bring.

I hate you, you hate me,
i point the finger, you eat me.
strain your eyes in the pitch black and see,
all thats right is wrong to be.

mess with my mind and yours is set,
dry day and you will be soaking wet.
do u understand what criteria was met?
i cut my heart and your soul is whet.

this rhyme is good, a cure for me,
insanity rains on my heart, wild and free.
reach for me and feel its will,
help me stalk, be my kill.