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Satanist of My Heart
18:17 Nov 12 2010
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Go, do not look back, at me the one you lost,

To petulant lies and secret alibis, fiction that stabbed me deep,

Scream at me to think back to the smiles, the flashes, the grins,

Demand me to, command me to, beg me to, force me to,

And be rebuffed by the vile whip of my tongue,

A flashing sabre against the hollow of my mouth,

Victimise me no longer.



Angelic though you may care to act, I see it,

Like a vapour being washed away by a thrumming wind,

You are revealed to me in all your forms,

No longer man but a raging, wild, dark spirit,

No light can pierce such depth,

Love cannot cure such insufferable black density,

Oh, that you may wish.



But of beauty you have much, but of desire you show freely,

A fault or a mere addition to such completeness,

A devil in a godly form, do not seek my pity,

For that I have none, compassion was wiped out

By you sorely kept tongue, I know I kid,

You are the one, desire cannot stay trapped forever,

Your touch is the release.



That slow caress up my neck, fingertips brushing my bruised lips,

Passion awakes, desire takes place and in my heat filled mind,

I stumble, I fumble, my lips quiver in desperation,

Bad as you are, the taste that fills me,

So good, so sweet, so delectable, my tongue halts for no-one,

Those tips delve, through the shabby layers, digging to my core,

Oh, the ecstasy cannot be ignored.



Scorn me as you do, resisting is like crushing the diamond of your eye,

Never attainable, through it all you still groan the sounds,

Full of longing, of desperation, of desire to conform,

Nigh, bitterness still hides in your core, its pull relentless,

The hold, takes place, the angel hides, the man I loved lost,

Light murked by the blurrings of dark, evil thwarting good,

But love you still I do.