| 2 entries | | |  | | | | mother | wrote | | Scars from mother, grow the seeds,
harted, lust and her disease,
echo through you, as you speak.
drag the blade, as blood seeps,
down through the eyes, no way to see,
she raped your soul with her greed. | | | | | Lithium Vampire- a poem I wrote | wrote | | My living nightmare now tasting a conviction,
behold this mothers womb echoeing your disease,
with this lithium I called to thee.
By this night I hasten my depart,
supressed by the longing to live
to walk in the sunlight.
My skin crawls with your touch;
bringing forth the darkest part of this careless soul.
Still I'm captivated by a face that haunts my dreaming eyes.
I ignored my sacrifice and drown in this sweet mistake,
now my core bloats with guilt;
for the immortal cruelity this | | | | | 2 entries | | |
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