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[title] => Pleasure
[time] => 2005-03-25 17:25:12
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[bodytext] => Pain... I quivered.. So sudden, such a surprise, Now turned to pleasure. Lost in an abyss, my body goes numb. This pain is no more then an sensation. A wonderful sensation, I wish it would never end. Forever flooding through my body, Forever numb. A trans.. Darkness fills my mind, Lost, but relaxed and at peace. Pain is a drug... One that is free to commit at will. Ah such sweet pain. The blood cascades down from the wound, That which i have made. Such beauty it is.. Scarlet. Metallic and sweet... What life this gives. The pain that is pleasure subsides, No more... Mow but a distant memory, But that can easily be fixed... I cut again... I shiver.. A chill.. And numb again. Lost in yet another world of darkness. Oh well. Such sweet pleasure,It flows through me. What life! What wonderful life. More blood. Now a scarlet puddle lays at my feet. My life poured out in front of me. My arm is no longer pale but, red, blood red, My blood, My life..... Copper is the taste of this, my life that is coming from my veins, Such beauty... And yet again it ends And I am back were I started... But yet... I cut again only to experience it once more, That great feeling. I cut again and it is back, And I go back, Into the depths of that dark place, That dark abyss, Back to that wonderful... Pleasure. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 13 [informant] => PommeDeSang3 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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