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Why not become a pretty tarnished silver string And hang from it our aged charms and rusted keys Why not become wild poppies And dance on Turkish leaves Let's become Arabian lovers We'll have love affairs under desert palm trees I want to be solid, cool and you, the woods persistent wind

You would have your way with me Plunging you fingers into my skin Searching to fulfill a longing sexual fantasy I would gladly welcome you Using your surrender to my advantage Manipulating the situation So that I penetrate you So that I release myself into you Leaving you with the residue of my imperfection It will spread inside of you Making your insides die You’ll feel the filth work against you Quickly crippling you Eventually dissolving you It will make its way from your remains Back into...

There doesn’t seem to be any reasoning behind your actions There really isn’t much logic to justify your stupidity I could advise you But I know better You would find it distasteful You would put it to waste I watch you now with little amusement Finding myself overwhelmed with pity, for you. I know where you’re stumbling to, pretty head. Setting yourself up for degradation. And I could warn you, but I know the outcome, You would throw my warning away. I could blame so many people for your mis...

Refusing vigorously Violently protesting I will not forgive Choosing to leave behind divinity Having no concern with saving the soul Slouching and plotting and sinning I will not repent I hate; it is my humanity I lie; it has become a habit When I start to believe that I’ve found it inside of me, I realize I am too late It has long ago withered away I can’t, I won’t give in! Finding myself useless in this containment Too much is being felt, thought, said… I cannot be held back by these layers...

It’s like cake More then you can see The lines The smell The taste of you and me I’m soft and bitter, some of my best qualities I’ve been told You’re overbearing but you remember so well, I haven’t forgotten, no. The sweet cream of a long over due fuck The tart taste of eating far too much In our haste we saver nothing It’s so much like cake