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A Fall into Madness Where I Tripped Over You
Angela Malzow 2013
The voice, it soothes
Rings into my mind again
This voice, it moves
I'm coming, my friend
This voice, it lures
Caving away the walls
This voice, it lies
For this single moment I gladly fall
This voice, it seethes
Stings the edges of my lids
This voice, promises nothing
It's tone forbids
This voice, it reverberates
A nail in my chest
His voice, it slices
The heart from my breast.
At times I wish I could be inside that mind
All the torment I might find
While I writhe beneath those scalding hands
That promise an eternity of anguish
To bend and snap under that guise
And enjoy the perfection of my demise.
Sing to me this lullaby of endless night
The coal rains down, smudging our faces black
Allow me this one insight
To press my soul into the mold
Of your ever deepening gaze
Among the spines of your arms, I fold
Drink away the loneliness of my bile
I'll churn away within your bellied pits
Do you find me detestably vile?
All is well, caress my rotting flesh
Wear me down to a blunt fury
Revel in my darkness, infest.
Through the red vines of your veins
Is where I'd prefer to dwell
Demure and intoxicating
With your pulse I swell
Beat me through your heart of barbs
Where every prick drowns my voice
Among the thumping tide
My fingertips rejoice
I'd like to be the sluggish rhythm
The swirling within your iris
A barrage of needles
Upon which your skin I kiss
The sensations I'd spitefully arouse
Could cut you to your knees
Would you appreciate the sabotage
Of that which is me?
Let us become the plague of minds
To flow between
To tar the inside
I'd like to chop away their emotions
I'd love to slumber among the gored commotion
To taste upon my lips
Their failures and smile
My hands would revile
Slick with crimson gloating
Eyes poached of their tears
A cackle that spits at their fears
To sway and stalk the paths of ink
Leading from their twitching forms
Into the swampy depths of their deceit
To die, and be death forlorn.
Angela Malzow 2013
The voice, it soothes
Rings into my mind again
This voice, it moves
I'm coming, my friend
This voice, it lures
Caving away the walls
This voice, it lies
For this single moment I gladly fall
This voice, it seethes
Stings the edges of my lids
This voice, promises nothing
It's tone forbids
This voice, it reverberates
A nail in my chest
His voice, it slices
The heart from my breast.
At times I wish I could be inside that mind
All the torment I might find
While I writhe beneath those scalding hands
That promise an eternity of anguish
To bend and snap under that guise
And enjoy the perfection of my demise.
Sing to me this lullaby of endless night
The coal rains down, smudging our faces black
Allow me this one insight
To press my soul into the mold
Of your ever deepening gaze
Among the spines of your arms, I fold
Drink away the loneliness of my bile
I'll churn away within your bellied pits
Do you find me detestably vile?
All is well, caress my rotting flesh
Wear me down to a blunt fury
Revel in my darkness, infest.
Through the red vines of your veins
Is where I'd prefer to dwell
Demure and intoxicating
With your pulse I swell
Beat me through your heart of barbs
Where every prick drowns my voice
Among the thumping tide
My fingertips rejoice
I'd like to be the sluggish rhythm
The swirling within your iris
A barrage of needles
Upon which your skin I kiss
The sensations I'd spitefully arouse
Could cut you to your knees
Would you appreciate the sabotage
Of that which is me?
Let us become the plague of minds
To flow between
To tar the inside
I'd like to chop away their emotions
I'd love to slumber among the gored commotion
To taste upon my lips
Their failures and smile
My hands would revile
Slick with crimson gloating
Eyes poached of their tears
A cackle that spits at their fears
To sway and stalk the paths of ink
Leading from their twitching forms
Into the swampy depths of their deceit
To die, and be death forlorn.
Inspired by watching Seether in this vid <www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHj5_d…> That voice started it.
Rejoice with my inner demons. They welcome you.
Rejoice with my inner demons. They welcome you.
© 2013 - 2024 ttbloodlusttt
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Insanity is within everyone. Why fight that which is our nature?
Very well written. The flow of two dark minds is a blissful one. Find who accepts yours and that person might be dark, too. That's me and my lover. Two dark minds entwining. That's how I accepted him and when he found out how I truly was, he accepted without hesitation. Again, lovely poem and I can't wait to see your next piece.
Very well written. The flow of two dark minds is a blissful one. Find who accepts yours and that person might be dark, too. That's me and my lover. Two dark minds entwining. That's how I accepted him and when he found out how I truly was, he accepted without hesitation. Again, lovely poem and I can't wait to see your next piece.