ADD - like a deep, red sun burns and consumes everything (534 hits)
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Submitted by Orgasmatron (View user info) at 2006-08-02 23:35:07 EDT
Do you understand the feeling
The sensation of the taking of a life?
The breath quickened and stale with fear
As you hush them, silence them with a stare
And something more - oh something more
Indeed, the connection made, bone to bone,
Flesh to flesh in time, the sinking,
The slash and scream together becoming one
In front of you, growing from end to end,
Growing to the end and from the end removed,
The maddening days, the wicked hours,
Rushing at once from the heavens to your
Very heart, the faint kiss of painted lips
Tracing your neck as the wind catches in
A gutted neck, the brilliant smile they grow
Only for you, their little hands absently clawing
Against the glory of the night, reaching for
You, to thank you, they die, they die for you
And you alone, yes, die for me, pretty,
Bloody, mute, rip, rip, the horror, the horror,
The spill a stream of life on a filthy
Dead end street, a woman become a river
In my arms, your arms, a flow of muted moans
And failure that heats your skin, the burning
Flesh of Man on fire before your eyes,
Melting them, the imperfect melting in
A shock of red and streaking gold, dripping
From their bones the traces of depravity
To make for you (for me) something pure and
New, a gift in the giving, a piece or two for
The memory and for the public eye, the joy
Of dying something to share, to remember, a
Loss now a means of singing your name, my name,
It rises then, from the streets scored
In blood and gore, from the husk of what it was,
What God intended but I have torn asunder,
It comes up before you like an old devil,
The ripping, yes, to me, to me, up towards
The broken skies, smoldering below a
Harvest moon and calling you a reaper,
Growing as you grow, of you but for you
As well, never forget that the blood
Needs you, wants you, will call for you
By day and night, month by hungry month
Until the dying days return and beg for more,
Vain, voracious and persistent, yes
But powerful, you will feel it, hear it
As I have, as I do still, the call for
Blade and blood, the ritual, the rip
And the rest, unable to resist, unable to
Deny the lust inside, a burning sun inside
Them all begging to be free, to be loosed
Upon the night to paint a crimson moon,
Always meet the eye at the end, always,
To watch the change and bear witness to the
Miracle of your human hands, it will burst
As it falls to shadow, an inferno, a pyre,
Devouring what came before and what stands
In its way, a life not taken, but given freely
To you, to me, to me, pretty, slit, cry, drip,
Something molten and flowing below the rip;
The blaze will feast, animal, be warned,
Feast on your soul and heart until there is
Nothing but the need that lives inside us all.
User Reviews
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2007-01-11 11:22:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
fantastic
Submitted by ubetidid (user info) at 2006-08-03 12:40:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-08-03 11:10:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
also, this was damn good.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-08-03 11:10:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
100th entry...woooooooooooooooo
Submitted by KindaNews (user info) at 2006-08-03 10:51:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Jesus read this, crawled back in the tomb, and used the post to suck the boulder in place.
Submitted by Antioxident (user info) at 2006-08-03 09:51:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by UnderOathMeal (user info) at 2006-08-03 09:15:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
*masturbates viciously*
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2006-08-03 08:59:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by whysenheimer (user info) at 2006-08-03 01:14:08 (#)
Ranking: -2
One post a day, n00b.
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Stupidity that defies words.
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-08-03 07:31:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"Them all begging to be free, to be loosed
Upon the night to paint a crimson moon,
Always meet the eye at the end, always,
To watch the change and bear witness to the
Miracle of your human hands, it will burst
As it falls to shadow, an inferno, a pyre,
Devouring what came before and what stands
In its way, a life not taken, but given freely
To you, to me, to me, pretty, slit, cry, drip,
Something molten and flowing below the rip;
The blaze will feast, animal, be warned,
Feast on your soul and heart until there is
Nothing but the need that lives inside us all."
Beautiful.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-08-03 03:13:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Needs more rape
Submitted by whysenheimer (user info) at 2006-08-03 01:14:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
One post a day, n00b.
Submitted by Wildman (user info) at 2006-08-03 00:58:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Jack the Ripper was a punk.
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-08-02 23:51:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No, this is a different kind of ridiculous.
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2006-08-02 23:45:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
What is that? Darth Vader letterhead?
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-08-02 23:44:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Damnit, I totally went over 500 words.
Um...poetic license?
Oh I know, Lishy.
Keep circling until you see the eagle.
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-08-02 23:42:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
OMG! You SO went over!
520 words.
Lucky for you I have read rule number 3!
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-08-02 23:40:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
If you knew what I was doing right now, your lollerskates would be strapped on tightly.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-08-02 23:36:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Competition link - http://www.ubersite.com/m/91007
This may also qualify as APW if you want to consider handwriting art.