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[aid] => mick
[title] => Corrupted
[time] => 2005-11-14 18:58:06
[hometext] => Like father, like daughter...
[bodytext] => My hands look like claws. Black and bent t.a.t.t.e.r.e.d. Like the feeble muscle whispering emptiness in my chest, Pumping death into my dry veins, As your tongue plunges deeper into these wounds you’ve lovingly inflicted… ~ How delectable… this desire to be desecrated… ~ Sweet, erotic pulp of adolescence, A rose blooming from the crack in your skull, A delicate cup of crimson eyelids adorning your head, Like a crown of feathers and nails, Of beauty and decay… Celestial child, let me taint you with my eyes of amber sorrow, Amid lustful flames and black ashes of legends once known… Oh, let me touch you, innocent, Let my fingertips of singed passion quench my twisted thirst For supple, cherubic flesh… Let me rape your tender skin with decadent hands, luscious youth, So I may possess at least a meager piece of purity Something I used to be… {{Wretched… vile… malignant girl… You’re just like your father…}} Be silent. Stop trembling. (((( S L A P )))) Darling, I love you… [[[…TOUCH…]]] Repulsive being, I loathe you… Let me ravage you… I’ll be gentle… Don’t you understand? I’m doing this for your own good! WHY ARE YOU CRYING?! You’re whimpering in your corner of dying light, Your tears are dripping in unison with your weeping wounds, I sip your pain with perverse gratification, As you recklessly grasp at something in your withered pockets… There is no hope in that rosary you bind your hands with, mi cielo… I whisper Ecclesiastes as I fondle you. You’re quite fidgety, my dirty little worm. My eyes are a shade darker than the blood that runs freely from you, Your angelic face is barely recognizable now, Mangled arms and torn flesh, my corroded pet, Divine colors and tastes of disturbing proportions as I feast upon you… I can’t help but believe with growing agony and searing guilt, The voices that whisper the horrid melody Just like your father… Just like your father… Just like your father… Just like your father… Just like… me. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 223 [topic] => 13 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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