Sunday, September 18, 2011

Third Installment of Old Poetry

Watch Me

Watch me from across the room
with hunger in your eyes
Watch me slither, glide towards you
you're mesmerized
Watch me brush my lips against your ear
i'll whisper naughty things
that i know you want to hear
Watch me plunge my fangs in you
drain away your life
Watch me glide away from your corpse
completely satisfied

Originally posted June 11th, 2008

tethered to a corpse

and there i go
slipping through
this is the last time i think of you
waiting for
somthing else
at least i can't fail this too

I'll walk away
one last time
i won't keep you tethered
to me forever
I'll set us free
I'm sorry
Originally posted June 8th, 2008

Letter to the Love of Last Week
I hope there's a shard buried deep inside your heart that twists every time you hear my name. I know that I'm not to blame for your immaturity, just your continued existence. Love, that tricky bitch blinded me to all your imperfections. Next time she presents herself to me, I'll make sure to beat her 'til she's black, blue, purple and swollen. I'll leave Love crumpled in a burgundy pool of her own blood and strewn teeth.
Her broken bones are my trophy for my fractured heart. This is my carnage carnival and I am the ring master of all who enter the gates of my hell.
(This was a product of a combination of a broken heart and good old-fashioned teen angst.)

Originally posted April 9th, 2008




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