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dESTRUCTION aRT

Contributed by Damon_Maynard on Sunday, 6th October 2002 @ 04:15:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



This place seems dark and dusty,
And smells of stale stones,
People dont say too much in here,
As all their lips are sewn.
Theyve been made to fill the blood well,
Something put the fear of hell in them,
Flesh means little to them anyway,
Theyre all just tiny skeletons.
They say when youve been here for some time,
Youll pray to be alone,
Away from spit and pools of self,
Organs, hate and bones.
Invisible flames reach for your face,
To try and strip you skin away,
The freezing touch of razor cuts,
Counts away your blackened day.
A thousand darkness candles,
Make this entire world turn dull,
Overwhelming pleasure decadence,
Brains entwined into the skull.
They pass the plate around the hall,
And collect some new infections,
Tortured and stabbed, burnt and bound
By my own intestines.
I find myself here covered again,
In tyrannies scolding soil,
So quickly a brand new plan is etched,
More quickly a plan is foiled.
This endless maze of mine screams out
Something like completion,
An argument and it begins,
White blood cell sick depletion.
A blunt but a diseased blade,
For a shock into the system,
In the end this bleeding moon,
Was always to be my victim.




Copyright © Damon_Maynard ... [ 2002-10-06 16:15:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: dESTRUCTION aRT (User Rating: 1 )
by Carrie on Sunday, 6th October 2002 @ 11:29:22 PM AEST
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THAT was amazing. Wow. You have a real talent. I will now search this site to see if you have more to share. Keep up the writing. You have new fans!


Re: dESTRUCTION aRT (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 8th September 2004 @ 02:37:27 AM AEST
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Corrupt and decadently so.

Thoroughly enjoyable.




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