Topic: );~Poetic Justice~;( | |
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The bell does toll;I must now contemplate
My heart grows heavier as I procrastinate Her knife penetrated my open heart's door My blood droplets fall slowly to the floor An expression of utter shock lines my face Slow death proceeds my impending disgrace Cyberland relations riddled with mind play Desperate for belief while I slowly decay Time to turn away from this sadistic game Depth less deceit shrouds your 20yr.old pic Consuming gray matter with sinister tricks Such a pitiful creature starving for fame Conscience forsaken for her ruthless game A vulture picking at wounded mortal souls Through a willing ISP a flight swift & bold Her feeding frenzy of hearts so despaired Cleverly deceptive while setting her lair Such loneliness provides a convenient tool Bask victoriously then for I am but a fool My naivety knows nothing of ruthless rules Her gilded chest is adorned by many jewels Your wanton blood lust has paralyzed me Such desperate want did not shield reality I purged my soul though there was a doubt Concealing ulterior motives with her pout You fill my mind w/such fictitious notions From your century old flask of ill potions Some faded old picture as U can plainly see Forget any attraction,you belong now to me Your blackened heart knows nothing of sin Deep hatred seeps from your weathered skin Languished screams emanate from her cavity Of mere mortals longing to shed disparity Her domain is adorned w/furniture of bone Such fearful servants stand by her throne So it's one step forward and two steps back The real world may lend more truth & facts No anger harbored dear;I will pray for you Your deception unveiled;I will bid U Adieu! Take heed;I shall state as my final decree Such actions committed shall fall upon thee Seductive foreplay covets a malignant life Upon my blood she fell upon her own knife The bell tolled twice but you did not see I spoke Poetic Justice as death claimed me Written by CyPoet ;=( Copyrighted & Published |
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the gallery of mirrors
filled with transparent reflections insubstantial ghosts who could be real people somewhere else another day |
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Outstanding writes you have here...just pulling back up to the top, for more re-views, you deserve it, cheers
Welcome to JSH, and the poetry section |
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