Are you some kind of monster?
A massacist behind the bars.
Some type of erased craze
That cuts deep
And leaves scars.
I feel your power,
Staring over me from afar.
You call yourself my maker,
But I know what you are.
Cut the bullshit.
Save the savior.
Your the one who
Commands the stars.
Take your refuge.
Bad behavior,
I can't let you beat my heart.
No more stuffing,
No more danger.
I've had enough,
It's gone to far.
Your a monster,
I'm a believer,
And you've cut deep
To my heart.
And I know now who you are.
Just a place to put my thoughts, trip descriptions, poems, art, ect... so those I love, but am far from, can share them with me : )
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Friday, December 7, 2012
My game
I want you,
Give me something.
Let me breath you
Take you in.
Take my breath.
Take my silence.
See my submission,
As your win.
See its over,
See its stated,
Touch my hand.
We might see god.
Let me breath you,
All you wanted,
Take this place.
This space is gone.
Oh so close now,
I surrender.
Be my master,
I'm your dame.
Hold me tight dear,
Just remember.
I'm still the winner
Of this game.
Give me something.
Let me breath you
Take you in.
Take my breath.
Take my silence.
See my submission,
As your win.
See its over,
See its stated,
Touch my hand.
We might see god.
Let me breath you,
All you wanted,
Take this place.
This space is gone.
Oh so close now,
I surrender.
Be my master,
I'm your dame.
Hold me tight dear,
Just remember.
I'm still the winner
Of this game.
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