God, I love the dirt.

I let the sick
Drink from my glass

While I triumph over
Primordial beasts
And Satans

A deadly wanting
Forcibly inserts
Itself inside
My skull

A dull tragedy
Twists
And torments
My internal being

I’m a feigning lovely
Bloody Angel
Lost in an
Experimental dream
An Experimental life
An experimental hell

Fighting the world
In which I create

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  • deepbluesea on Jun 13, 2008

    Very powerful writing!

  • Love on Jun 17, 2008

    This is really amazing, it is something I could read and read again. Really impressive, and it creates quite an image.

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