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Everyday, sanity overwhelms reality,
My mind consumed by the unknown,
Unfulfilled desires that cannot be fathomed,
Mortal fears, morality shivers,
At times, I struggle with the voices,
Subtle reminders of what could be,
Darkened fascinations of illicit interludes,
Satin, fishnet, flesh- forbidden fruit tainted by fear,
I envision your eyes penetrating the depths of my soul,
Drawing me even closer to my desires,
The rare perfection of unmasked beauty,
The hidden façade of uninhibited lust,
Something so tangible that I must grasp,
My craving for your flesh, the guise that binds me,
I can see eternity in your eyes-
-and taste forever upon your lips…
My mind consumed by the unknown,
Unfulfilled desires that cannot be fathomed,
Mortal fears, morality shivers,
At times, I struggle with the voices,
Subtle reminders of what could be,
Darkened fascinations of illicit interludes,
Satin, fishnet, flesh- forbidden fruit tainted by fear,
I envision your eyes penetrating the depths of my soul,
Drawing me even closer to my desires,
The rare perfection of unmasked beauty,
The hidden façade of uninhibited lust,
Something so tangible that I must grasp,
My craving for your flesh, the guise that binds me,
I can see eternity in your eyes-
-and taste forever upon your lips…
Literature
Darkness
All consuming Darkness,
Slithering through the world unseen,
Twisting till nothing is as it once has been,
Leaving the world lifeless.
Fun and love destroyed,
Happiness it seeks.
Persisting till one's annoyed
And one breaks.
The Darkness never leaves,
Like water one could believe,
Changes for it needs
But let's you bleed.
Accompanying one restless,
Keeping others at bay.
Stepping on one as one lay,
Ever consuming Darkness.
Literature
Darkness
The pitter-patter of raindrops on cobblestones
when walking alone, engrossed in your memories,
your thoughts condescend behind you like a
narcissistic parent.
Vision changes, perspectives are skewed
downwards. A skeptical outlook becomes
a recording in your mind; when does it stop?
How do I get to this moment? Where did
I fucked up?
A flash of gunpowder, the mind lights up like
for the one instant where you felt hope. You
had an answer, but the voices keep coming;
smothering, snuffing; the fire is gone
and I'm suffering in silence.
Literature
Poem: Darkness
There is a special space,
One with much purpose but little material,
One that is cold, but is welcoming.
Reassuring but harsh.
The one I owe to,
The Darkness.
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Wow, is the script available to read as well?