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Array ( [sid] => 114883 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => (((electric of my eyes))) [time] => 2006-02-15 20:54:03 [hometext] => [bodytext] =>


It’s on the floor and echoes from its origin.
Glistening blood like puddles of a wondered past or future.


My knuckles swell from your jaw and you
are on the ground and you
bleed for me and gasp and choke

for me you die as I love





I can imagine soap and rain.
I can imagine pasty white skin and cigarette smoke in my eyes.

Imagine you as always on the floor
spit a red ooze like the cliché of before.


It doesn’t matter what you think when I stand above you.
Doesn’t matter what you feel when I possess inside of you.



I taste you and your saliva on body parts
I only know when I sleep.


Taste you like friends like
my weeping cartilage.
And it all comes back to you
breathing hard like me and you are blue and red and you know

you’re dead in my head and in my mind.


I’ve ***** you and you’ve bled and you’re blind.


Don’t realize.
Spit and gag.
Choke and cough.
Taste the electric of my eyes,


Heart ravaging rage and
a dead excitement in you and I

and in the clear shining liquid on our lips.











[2006-02-15 03:04:40]

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(((electric of my eyes)))

Contributed by SensitiveSoAbused on Wednesday, 15th February 2006 @ 08:54:03 PM in AEST
Topic: fantasy






It’s on the floor and echoes from its origin.
Glistening blood like puddles of a wondered past or future.


My knuckles swell from your jaw and you
are on the ground and you
bleed for me and gasp and choke

for me you die as I love





I can imagine soap and rain.
I can imagine pasty white skin and cigarette smoke in my eyes.

Imagine you as always on the floor
spit a red ooze like the cliché of before.


It doesn’t matter what you think when I stand above you.
Doesn’t matter what you feel when I possess inside of you.



I taste you and your saliva on body parts
I only know when I sleep.


Taste you like friends like
my weeping cartilage.
And it all comes back to you
breathing hard like me and you are blue and red and you know

you’re dead in my head and in my mind.


I’ve ***** you and you’ve bled and you’re blind.


Don’t realize.
Spit and gag.
Choke and cough.
Taste the electric of my eyes,


Heart ravaging rage and
a dead excitement in you and I

and in the clear shining liquid on our lips.











[2006-02-15 03:04:40]





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