'joy LESS!' (has ADULT content)
By blackheart
Anger finding elements, Inside I soon awake. Rise above the fallen, That now I shall forsake. Lead me to a chamber, Bloodstained walls, a wreak of death, Touches the scars… Or rather; open wounds, Where now no longer sits my heart! Promise to detest me, It’s the only thing that rides, Fast, forever in my mind, I WILL DECIDE!!! (your fate my maiden perfect… an angel on the breeze) You are my torturing disease! Wrapping holes with envy, Subsiding with unjust, Protruding through my empty, DO I TRUST? (do I fuck!) I might apologize, If my sorry meant a thing, But care not still, remain cold; chilled… My soul will sing : Joyless sat in catacomb. Hate is all I know. Torn and twisted now I lay, In some sick and angst rid show! .. .. .. .. .. .. ? Perhaps this all means nothing, As my anger finds your face, And lashes out, direct and full, I’ll bring your beauty into waste! I’ll destroy your every hope, Panic in the breeze. Perfect you no longer be, In death, my angel; freeze. Anger dye in tenement, The place I always am. A space in which I wallow, Let go of my dirty hand. Written December 18th, 2001 © on Dec 18 2001 12:46 AM PST, harry luck 0 • 1
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