Forgotten poetry from November
Ok so here’s some meat for the picking. Old poetry from November. blah.
11/30/04
Pyre of my fascination
Pinnacle of abhoration
Grinder of bones and lover of leaving
The prettiest portrait of disfigurement..
I have ever coveted.
I shackle my inhibitions and flay
My own limbs in the name of you.
Will I be strong to overcome the
Poisons you have fed me?
I find comfort in sadness,
The pool which never lets me down.
So your tongue has crushed me
Now my talons seek quiet vengeance
I lie in waiting, a sleek predator
Am I not soft and yielding?
Am I not beautiful in the least?
I may never know the answer...
11/30/04
Pyre of my fascination
Pinnacle of abhoration
Grinder of bones and lover of leaving
The prettiest portrait of disfigurement..
I have ever coveted.
I shackle my inhibitions and flay
My own limbs in the name of you.
Will I be strong to overcome the
Poisons you have fed me?
I find comfort in sadness,
The pool which never lets me down.
So your tongue has crushed me
Now my talons seek quiet vengeance
I lie in waiting, a sleek predator
Am I not soft and yielding?
Am I not beautiful in the least?
I may never know the answer...