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Crimson Cage
01:01 Apr 17 2014
Times Read: 302

With my hands tied up and my body against the wall

I wordlessly asked of thee

Slowly

Although impatiently

I asked of thee

“Bleed for me”

“Bleed for me!”



Oh, reluctantly you so gave up

I put my tongue to the cold, damp floor

And eagerly I thus licked up

Your sweet, sweet crimson rubies



On the tip of my tongue

I felt the bittersweet taste

Of your existence arousing me

Seeking its way down my throat

Satisfying each part of me

On its cold and lonely way



Now you consider the cost

And how I will repay thee

Oh, come my child, with me

And I will show thee

The world through my eyes

And how you will bleed for me

Bleed for me

Suffo-action
00:58 Apr 17 2014
Times Read: 304

Gasping senselessly

To breathe and, sleeping

Under those rotting hearts and

Under the weight of your hand

On my throat, so soft

Yet stone cold, and

With little to no warmth

On that cold spring so long ago



Trying to find my rhythm

In this dead, zombie-living

Routine wanking, heart-frightened

Inner child-killing, stone sniffing

Drug stoning and stone laughing

Swarming city



Take a deep breath

And feel my

Live action suffocation

In a theatre near you, and

Gladly clapping and cheering for

An encore

By my dead decaying brain

Caused by multiple orgasms

Caused by you

It's the you in you

It's the you town

Everywhere I go I see

You

I feel you

Your scars beating

It's the beat

Between you and me

It's the sad sad living

Causing the beat beating

And the sweat sleeping

Undertaking night, where I

Lay in my coffin

Trying to end it all

But all I get

Is a bad night's sleeping

The Monologue for the Understanding of the Me
00:57 Apr 17 2014
Times Read: 305






I am not to be looked at from a distance, nor through a lens.

For it will make me out unjustly.

Leave thy mere observations and assumptions

To that of lesser eroticism, for I will not

Be explained in scientific terms, but more so to be experienced,

First hand, through that lasciviously obscene veil of life,

Stained red and blue with countless passionate heartaches, anguish,

And white tittering orgasms.

With the sweet smell of despair, and illogical attraction,

Tickling our confused senses, and banging the insides of our brains,

Making us question the very bone hard facts of life.

The dense air, and our wet ears,

Filled with the excitement of the death rustle of

The melancholic ejaculation.

If this in any way does not become thee,

I am afraid logic and reason will not save thy famished understanding.

For I am exclusively for the mad ones. And hence cast and crew only, my poor friend.

Moonlight Heart
00:47 Apr 17 2014
Times Read: 317

Oh, what demons corrupt my inner life,

that which in olden days moved a heart’s desire,

when I lived nearer to inner life,

like a moon spinning close to its sire.

Everything now is moving in different directions,

as the sliding pieces of your heart

unveil such passionate eruptions,

like the grandest of earth’s newly awaken volcano,

with its hazardous beauty pouring out of your soul.



Your hearts vulnerability, its pieces resembling my,

Oh, what afternoon did I steal them away and lie?

I met you in the fog of forgotten days,

and touched the core of you in my own ways.

Made your heart drift

on an ocean of beautiful pain.



But I want to touch you one last time,

To return the pieces of your heart,

Pluck out the fire of pain,

and leave the beauty and kindness to bloom

in the core of your truest most adorable

moonlight-heart’s room.