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by darkangelcrying   Jan 23, 2007


Keen edge blade of ivory bone,
dug deep in skin so deep so prone

Waterfall of trickling red,
crimson pain of fear and dread

Pouring toward skin bare breasts,
the rise and fall of labored breathes

Pain so deep it stirs a moan,
deeply turning into a groan

Hunger inside it must be fed,
of oh sweet blood my sacrilege

It will take away your pain your strife,
as well as your innocent life

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  • 17 years ago

    by your loving sistertwin

    Yeah "daddy"(winkwink), i liked it too(=)), i believe our daughter liked it- lol
    i love you baby

  • 17 years ago

    by thirstyvampiregirl

    I lkied it to dad(LOL) ;)

  • 17 years ago

    by darkangelcrying

    Thank you,
    I have not written poetry in a while..
    and it took me 5 times to get this one the way i like. I am glad someonelse enjoyed it.

  • 17 years ago

    by keryn

    I dont usually like rhyming poems but i thought this one was carefully thought out and i ended up reading wiht rythu=m - a cross between old english and an african sort of rhythm! dont ask - i just did.
    love it
    x

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