Sunday, February 6
Bloodshed.
close thee eyes and picture that thought
transcend the physical limits and float
forget material boasts and forget time
remember the moments that somehow bring bliss
remove the limiter that prevents the higher level
call out to the angel to untie it for you
the velvet ribbons securely holding you
only time will heal the limbs for you to leave
its sadistic ways are coming to an end
novocaine isn't required to keep it at bay
soon the barriers will be broken
the shadow no more a potrait of hurt
her bosoms are the giver of life
but the giving is by her
her wings are still contained
bleeding from the excruciating pain
she meditates to relieve the piercing love
she can hear the sadistic laughter from him
his eyes transfixed in her pained countenance
this is his sanguine pleasure
fingers caressing her neck slowly
with a devilish grin he touches the place
her sentient nipple to see her wince
his hands now progresing to her inner thighs
the heat, her heat, is resonating
shes is in pain, secretly it is what she wants
he plays with her emotions for a slight
he rubs against her slit just to tease
he puts more pressure and his finger starts disappearing
its wet and he smiles at the back of her neck
he pushes harder to feel her insides
he leans her on his chest and violates her fully
she screams and he perversely makes her suffer
purposefully testing her limits
he forces the womanhood from her as she wets herself
he slows to a stop. now breathing hard
rolling down her cheeks are the god given silent emotions
he sees it and the devilish grin returns
he licks the tears and smiles
and whispers in her ear the contempt he has for her
he pushes her away from him and leaves her lying on the ground
he walks away into the shadows, disappearing
shes lays there in pain, bleeding from her insides
the roses now stained. bloodshed. hurt. pain.
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