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Our Candle

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Tuesday, 16th July 2002 @ 10:04:53 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

I am the guy
staring at the sky
lying on his back
and drinking some Sprite.
I am the man
who smiles when he can
dancing in the breeze
and swinging way up high.
I am the tree
I see what you see
I know why you laugh
and just what makes you cry.
My mind is a fire
rolling with desire
to know your every move
and kiss you in your sleep.
My hands are like ice,
they drip and it feels nice
to the blind lover, you,
who thinks I’m someone else.
My mind is the light
that pierces your white,
tender flesh until
it bleeds a soupy crimson.
My heart is just dark,
where secret passions lurk,
the desire to do
these horrid things to you.
The ropes which hold you down
are my greedy tendrils that without sound
were put in place on your sleeping corpse
to keep you still when you wake up.
And now the kiss.
Wake up, my slain princess.
It’s time you knew
the extent of my love.
And so I go dancing in the breeze,
and place my razors where I please,
and draw the lines around the spots
where I know you love to be touched.
Those spots shall be mine forever
and when I’m done, you will never
be able to feel
anything ever again.
The flaps of flesh go in the jar
and sweetie, this is really hard
for the both of us.
I just wanted to let you know that.
The hot wax drips drips drips,
and where it stops, the razor slips,
and bottoms up, the blood goes down
the hole from whence it came.
The candle burns
the jar lid turns
and when it’s closed,
your candle goes out forever,
sealed in a jar of flesh,
to keep on my shelf.

Copyright Â© Butterat_Zool ... [ 2002-07-16 10:04:53]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Our Candle (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Tuesday, 12th November 2002 @ 06:44:16 AM AEST
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umm well written

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