| one piece of poetry
by Satan.
(written on-theh-spot)
titled: "One Piece Of Poetry"
"oh doft despair!
my unpleasant nights!
alone! alone!
could i only hear you moaning!
drowning in a sea of tears!
how my heart would pledge a kiss
soft like beauty
sharp like sparks
like thunder - hot.
- my heart aches for you
we have no souls
but some still have heartbeat,
mine not beating tonight.
away to the hills! -goes the stag!
an animal sumtimes i want to hump.
but never as beautiful
as the girl, the woman with legs
legs moist in perfume
sweeter than solomon's song.
i am lonely.
and this is all you ever gave me.
fuck you for being so pure!
all you virgins in the past
who cant act natural!
i spit at you!
i spit at you for not making luuuuuurrrrrrrrv
i hate your kind passionately.
for i am no romantic.
but a dead flower, a flower all the same.
come here & get dirty with me!
filthy as larks
in open parks
with no one.
carve your frame with me
like pretendly
but ever-so tight and sooooooo strong.
i await your painted falling tears..
full of DUST!!
oh wandery girl in your all - halo'd beauty.
the prettiest colours, the lovliest stars.
sometimes fucking in black.
oh how dark we are.. that no one can save.
tahat no one can *ever* save.
oh! how i wish you had the jaws of a man!
let's go out tonight and befriend a surgeon
that can make us somethign that's not a tranvestite but has jawbones and the taste of a man.
for i am bored.
and science is a mess.
and all of it i dont understand.
and i long to create a monster.
un-stemcell. for all of genetically modified accounts for nothing.
STUPID SCIENTISTS!! Wasting space!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
make me somethign magnificent!
stop idley being there
in your labs
creating what will never work.
i want a sex
species that is mostly female, but with a man's tongue!
oh how sick and ghastly.
oh how ever 'wrong'.
this does not mean i do not love you.
this is in heavens of the otherworlds.
visions visions visions.
i need not wiiiiiiine, blood, drink to see these.
tho would be love-ah'ly!
oh how i miss the taste of blood!
oh how i get in trouble!!
oh how i wish they would slit more often.
but no more no more no more no more!
alas! dead end dreams of yesterdays.
none so fine, none so fine.
as expecially one.
oh here come the thieves!
tryign to place skulls in my backyard it seems.
all this seen in dreams.
all this seen in dreams.
a beautiful mind. and madness.
but tonight, i can not be bothered with these things.
for i am not truly mad.
forever tired over-man.
falling falling falling
into canyons comfort-wide
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