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Array ( [sid] => 84225 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => His Holy Whore [time] => 2005-02-13 11:08:18 [hometext] => [bodytext] => A sight for sore eyes, like a little lost bird, trapped in black skies.
yes that is me, infront of your face. As dead as disgust, as dark as disgrace.
Tie me down, beat me..bathe me in blood..Hunt me down, kill me, you know that you should.
Take your jagged finger lead snakes, crank back my spine till it breaks.
Shove them deep, down my throat, shove them hard, smile and gloat.

Take out your teeth, rip away at my finger tips..Calm me down, drown me, chew on my lips.
shape them, bleed them dry of their strength, cut them down, shorter, get rid of all length.
Their strength of their mighty caress, their mighty caress thrown under your dress.
I caress the weak and the pain-full, I stray from love and now I'm the shame-full.
No more will I take the time, no more will I sparkle, no more will I shine.
To caress him, and kiss his sweet grin..
never again will I kiss him and then,
will my warm 'living' lips, upon his bleeding fingertips.
Rest upon his brow, with sweet love tender, I show you how,
in a sweet loving way, I sing and I say..
"a-gain I am to blame"

No never, will I hold my anger against the weather.
I cry in shame, I'll never blame in on you rain.
My fault is this? I blame it on your love-full kiss.
What Ive sown I must reap, In my bed now I must sleep.
But never again, will write my pen..
'Will my love ever, leave me never?
Rest his palms and sing his psalms,
upon my cheek, his tears leak..'
but..
Will he ever kiss my dead 'decaying' lips...once more?
Will I ever stop being his whore?
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His Holy Whore

Contributed by Deleterious_Dislike on Sunday, 13th February 2005 @ 11:08:18 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

A sight for sore eyes, like a little lost bird, trapped in black skies.
yes that is me, infront of your face. As dead as disgust, as dark as disgrace.
Tie me down, beat me..bathe me in blood..Hunt me down, kill me, you know that you should.
Take your jagged finger lead snakes, crank back my spine till it breaks.
Shove them deep, down my throat, shove them hard, smile and gloat.

Take out your teeth, rip away at my finger tips..Calm me down, drown me, chew on my lips.
shape them, bleed them dry of their strength, cut them down, shorter, get rid of all length.
Their strength of their mighty caress, their mighty caress thrown under your dress.
I caress the weak and the pain-full, I stray from love and now I'm the shame-full.
No more will I take the time, no more will I sparkle, no more will I shine.
To caress him, and kiss his sweet grin..
never again will I kiss him and then,
will my warm 'living' lips, upon his bleeding fingertips.
Rest upon his brow, with sweet love tender, I show you how,
in a sweet loving way, I sing and I say..
"a-gain I am to blame"

No never, will I hold my anger against the weather.
I cry in shame, I'll never blame in on you rain.
My fault is this? I blame it on your love-full kiss.
What Ive sown I must reap, In my bed now I must sleep.
But never again, will write my pen..
'Will my love ever, leave me never?
Rest his palms and sing his psalms,
upon my cheek, his tears leak..'
but..
Will he ever kiss my dead 'decaying' lips...once more?
Will I ever stop being his whore?

Copyright © Deleterious_Dislike ... [ 2005-02-13 11:08:18]
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Re: His Holy Whore (User Rating: 1 )
by hellsfallenangel on Sunday, 13th February 2005 @ 11:24:26 AM AEST
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hey nice write its different i like it well g2g bye

DEMON

Re: His Holy Whore (User Rating: 1 )
by Whisper on Sunday, 13th February 2005 @ 02:28:41 PM AEST
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Wow that one left me speechless. Its some heavy thoughts in that piece. Good luck with it. Nice write.

Whisper

Re: His Holy Whore (User Rating: 1 )
by liquidsunshine on Sunday, 13th February 2005 @ 02:48:36 PM AEST
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I like this a lot. It's very graphic and usually I can't say that I like stuff like that but this poem just seemed to work well with those words.
You've got a great sense of rhythm and flow here.
Great write.

Lots of love and peace be with you,

chelsea

Re: His Holy Whore (User Rating: 1 )
by Scarlett on Monday, 14th February 2005 @ 05:45:26 AM AEST
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the last line sums it up. i liked this a lot (as always) strong images, powerfully done

"Take out your teeth, rip away at my finger tips..Calm me down, drown me, chew on my lips."

are you ok love?

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