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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Taste of Blood and Love
[time] => 2007-12-18 18:33:40
[hometext] => blood and love
[bodytext] => These empty walls of this empty room are all I am They've become my air, my world, my thoughts, and mind Only for the subtle pleasure of solitude and suicide The shadow of the box which logic and reason lie damned In the air lay the eerie sound of abandonment and white Music to my ears of which loneliness engulfed my life So therefor I stay alone with my own self To stray gradually into the realm of a memory long died This memory I call my friend, never amusing Yet laughing at his own manic depression so overwhelming For his entire gray existence sings of virginity, love, and foresakenment Such the ballad of his life, my memory, leaves any fool so hell-bent and ugly "Why'd you do it?" Remain the silent words of time This shadow, my friend, a memory, still bleeds Layed slain over the red and black roses and thorns With eyes that of a goddess in mind, still in pity, yet scorn The taste of Aphrodite still on his lips, still bleeding Cannot it be so any love go unrequited By the hearts of neglection in such modern primitivity When the idealistic perversion may be we all have a companion Though, alas, the reality lay in more jaded eyes, so trusting Thus as it may be In such sad shame The white words float in my ear With a voice so angelic, so dead "Why'd you do it?" [comments] => 1 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 2 [informant] => black-reaper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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