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This Infection

Contributed by Deleterious_Dislike on Friday, 11th February 2005 @ 01:32:51 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

The apples grew out from the spines...
the spines of the dead,
the dead of my heart.
Know one knew they were there, but me,
despite their location, scarred into my face.
The worms still live in my skull.

I bled for you, for them, for me,
I cried eyes out for you, for free.
I tired and stopped, crawled, broke down,
I played the fool, the whore, the clown.
I stood up straight, brushed so light,
gave myself to you all night.
Up and down, naked, bent,
bleeding, crying, heaven sent.
Inside me and outside you,
my heart in shreds of black and blue.
Stained, bruised, bitten, broke...
knocked out dead, one sinlge stroke.
Choking, bleeding, inside out,
breathing, licking lips that pout.
Being plain, bleeding wine,
I'll bring love back to you in time.

Up throw my guts, out pore my lungs,
my love, your love is rotten.

Out fly my thoughts, my tears rain down,
your face wont be forgotten.

Copyright © Deleterious_Dislike ... [ 2005-02-11 13:32:51]
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Re: This Infection (User Rating: 1 )
by Avarice_Riot on Saturday, 12th February 2005 @ 11:54:57 PM AEST
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Being plain, bleeding wine,
I'll bring love back to you in time.

I've always wanted to write this way but somehow it just didn't come out as effective as the way you've penned your words here...have just gone through a bitter heartbreak myself, so I guess I chose the right time to read this. Deliciously dark write, keep it up.

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