Break Thought
Permission was given.
By the wickedest of women.
Asked again, only lightly.
Viewed from outside, it might seem ugly.
A mix of luxury and pornography.
But to the one so afflicted,
It was simply the best.
A need never known wanted.
Or a dream, easily forgotten.
Smiling lies and ignorant abuse.
Yet in the light the heart still clicks.
And it the morning, the flesh still meets.
Bring out your Dead.
By the wickedest of women.
Asked again, only lightly.
Viewed from outside, it might seem ugly.
A mix of luxury and pornography.
But to the one so afflicted,
It was simply the best.
A need never known wanted.
Or a dream, easily forgotten.
Smiling lies and ignorant abuse.
Yet in the light the heart still clicks.
And it the morning, the flesh still meets.
Bring out your Dead.
posted by Rex Venom at 2:44 PM
6 Comments:
did some one steal yr girl or wat?
why the fire arms?
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Its never a woman but always seems to want to be one.
'A mix of luxury and pornography' perfectly describes my 'dream life'
This poem touches me in many different places >;}
A need never known wanted
Aren't those always the best.
Yes, bring out your dead.
yes - smiling eyes and ignorant abuse.
this is hotter though.
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