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Ice
My body
Lies broken
In a dark sea of lust and pain
Your hard words
Are spoken
I must not move nor say your name
This poison sting of ice
Makes me hypnotized
But this thorn in your eyes
Makes me the slave of you
Can't hear you
Can't see you
I only feel your fiery touch
I'm lost in
Ecstasy
Though you're a stranger feeding my body
This poison sting of ice
Makes me hypnotized
But this thorn in your eyes
Makes me the slave of you
I cannot free myself
I have to beg you, master
I lay my life in your hand
This poison sting of ice
Leads me to paradise
And this thorn in your eyes
Makes me love you until I die
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A Feel of Deprivation
I am a human, unique and set apart,
I celebrate myself and sing myself,
And so, like everyone, I deserve my own respect.
But your disregard and contempt for my human rights have resulted in barbarous acts which have outraged me and others,
But I shall not be taken lightly,
I permit to speak at every hazard, you do not control me.
I am allowed to stage a rebellion against your tyranny and oppression.
What say you about my rights?
Stop this day and night and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
Read my poems and you will see what you’ve done.
I have the right to recognition everywhere,
Even you,
You won’t listen to
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Tied Noose
Tied noose around my neck.
I'm crying, scared as heck.
Why is thinking an ease?
Shouldn't acting be a breeze?
Wanted to jump, but I call you.
Everyone says "right thing to do."
No matter what I can't die.
Brain just won't let me try.
So many thoughts I've had before,
I can't even count anymore.
I'm tired of playing this game.
Recovery should be my aim.
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Metus
One flat night, the wind stilled itself like a breath held in the worst kind of anticipation; the moment when you realize, too late, that everything has gone wrong with every carefully laid plan. Every alibi come to naught in the face of something far too dark to even be given shape: gloried in the feverish tongues of those men who spread their crazed scripture to those who pass beneath their perches just out of reach.
Fear.
The word dances across the lips of the multitudes, washing away serenity and sense, slathering a coat of ashen sludge across our hearts and burrowing into the mind like some virulent maggot, squirming for that last litt
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This song somehow also turned out quite BDSM-like.... :,D
But I really like it. Will be a kind of ballad, I think. ^^
I just wanted to picture the situation of a sub when he is not able to move or do anything.
But I really like it. Will be a kind of ballad, I think. ^^
I just wanted to picture the situation of a sub when he is not able to move or do anything.
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It's beautiful!