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field of corruption
A Poem by
darkangel
slice my wrists and lay me on a bed of ambien f**k this s**t, endless cycle sick of waiting for it to begin again i don't wanna love anymore left ..
hermaphrodites mating
A Poem by
darkangel
break me in, till' i'm worn quite thin holes in the soles might as well be the shoes on all of them walking away and then driving over me slash a..
castrated baby
A Poem by
darkangel
sixesengraved across my forehead bloodtrickles down my brow drink the wine, unholy sacrament dance in the fire virginal fornication, sacrifice t..
cherish
A Poem by
darkangel
lay down with me by candle light/ i will stay strong as long i hold you tight/ open up my heart so i can give it to you/ i will make endless effo..
menstrul cycle
A Poem by
darkangel
My view of the world in its current state and where its going.
Rat traps and a heaven made of cheese
A by
darkangel
its so strange and almost pisses me off that no one seems to have convictions anymore. everyone is so into self love and afraid of the world around th..
Debris from a 24story building
A Poem by
darkangel
afraid to pray, afraid it will make it all go away afraid without thanks for my blessings that it will all come crashing down that the debris will c..
martyr
A Poem by
darkangel
can you still recall the taste of me god knows the after taste sleeps on my taste buds from time to time do my cries still remain down your cheek an..
WHERE IS?.......
A by
darkangel
more like a page in my journal
Swallow this capsule
A Poem by
darkangel
with the actions and thoughts mixing a littlebit more renergize the exitbeneath the floor as it pours from my mouth it seems like your feeding it..
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