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Mouth Tastes Like A ***** Corpse
Contributed by
wretched_reflections
on
Tuesday, 16th October 2007 @ 10:19:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Taken by force and laced through the snow
Cold aching hands ravage their hole
Cast the oracle into solitude
Don't suffer above her demonic cackles
Laughter kills the air
I taste faint empathy between slaughtered breaths
But a sting of betrayal in every painful swallow
Watch the forest crumble
Devoured by swollen flames
Hear the priestess mumble
Her corpse burried in the grain
Don't you guard her
Never wander
Aquired loathsome grinning sighs. . .
The freshly blistered earth peels back
Harmony sprouts from her rotten grave
Transformation left a bitter taste
Poison red leaves glisten in the night
Venom ignites surrounding soil
She wants to smile
I see only daunting guile
Watch the forest crumble
Devoured by swollen flames
Hear the priestess mumble
Her corpse burried in the grain
Don't you guard her
Never wander
Aquired loathsome grinning sighs. . .
Nothing tastes quite so good as pain
She's had her fill
Traumatized; forever ill
I watch her cry.
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2007-10-16 10:19:06] (Date/Time posted on
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