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[aid] => mick
[title] => ''P0isendustrial (Addiction) Revisited...''
[time] => 2005-02-05 17:11:18
[hometext] => "A Nemesis you love to hate...And Visa Versa..."
[bodytext] => Lost in your slow burn, Where i've sauntered before, I am your prey, But i'm aching for more. Your ethers beckon me, I'm powerless to resist, My illness of lust, Your opium kiss. Your aim, for my grave, I know your divine plan, Your blue prints of murder, Are scrawled on my epitath. I know I should turn away, But you're like my disease, You pollute my bloodstream, I'm addicted, and you are my means. You break all I am, And you've reduced me to this, You strip me down and, I lay undressed. Trapped in this hell, 'Cause of my self-destructivness, And my melancholy desire, Of your knife-like caress. You are all seven sins, Your venom under my skin, Serpent tongued, I'm captivated. Toxic, P0isendustrial. Your fumes in dynamic grow, And i'm nxious in your crescendo, I can feel you. Virus, P0isendustrial. P0isendustrial, P0isendustrial, P0isendustrial, Poison... I'm under your spell, Your toxins leak, And I am so weak. Beyond my control, My contamination, Your fornication. I long for your punishment, But I know it's wrong, I can't change, It's been this was far too long. You are my sickness, Strike and open chord, And wrap the strings around my veins, You can feel me suffocate. You break all I am, And you've reduced me to this, You strip me down and, I lay undressed. Trapped in this hell, 'Cause of my self-destructivness, And my melancholy desire, Of your knife-like caress. You are all seven sins, Your venom under my skin, Serpent tongued, I'm captivated. Toxic, P0isendustrial. Your fumes in dynamic grow, And i'm nxious in your crescendo, I can feel you. Virus, P0isendustrial. Delicate, I suffocate. P0isendustrial, P0isendustrial, P0isendustrial, Poison... (c) Bethanie Martell, 11th November 2004 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 2 [informant] => xMizeriex [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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