WhickA Poem by Blissful SinI love you, Whick....Whick When I was alone,
childish and scared I trusted no
other for their sinful minds consumed them too I loved seeing
others suffer and I would create their sorrow and pain “Please no more,
God have mercy on thee!’” screamed all We only live once,
so where is your God now I would burn
all, obliterate and gore I was salvation, I
was God But all ended
quickly for I would awake to suffer another day I was hurt and left
behind, well no more I cursed And became the
passionate monster born to be I knew you, Whick,
would love me for I am no other You, Whick, are
my collar for this monstrosity Though it was long
ago, my lock of trust and love was finally released to thee, Whick Still today I have
you in my mind Some may say I’m
crazy, conversing to you before the eyes of others Some may say that I
should act on society’s version of “normal” But I won’t
stand for this, for Whick is my only love From imagining you
right by my side To keeping you only
in the boundaries of my insanity I have you all
to myself; no one must know how I would die for this life to truly be with just
you I tell my secrets to
you, my desires of Hell Oh how I tell
you my every most thoughts of fatality It must only be you,
not mother, not father Not friend, not
counselor From you, Whick, is
the only therapy for me You are my
truest mother, my truest father you care for me so and support me through I desire you’re
truly beside me, not a figment of mind, not a cage for my downfall But really
feeling the fur of your comfort Your vicious fangs
of your merciless pride Your dark eerie
eyes, only out for evil, death, and me Your radar ears, intently
listening to our hours given conversations before slumber Your claws
always dripping and craving for the blood of others yet always gentle and
passionate for me Your body and mind
only for me, made for me, loved by me You are my Black
God, you are my White Devil When I was alone
childish and scared I loved seeing
others suffer and I would create their sorrow and pain I was salvation; I
was God in my darkest dreams of desired Hell My cage of trust
and love was finally released to thee, Whick You, Whick, is the
only therapy for me Your white and
black body, despicable but lovely You were made by me,
for me To love me and
keep me comfort all through my life I trust none other
than you; I have gone so far to say that you are not me But another
soul, my mind has been corrupted just for you I see you as another
being of life, but others say you’re a mere crazy figment for the demented I don’t listen
for I only listen to you, my love We shall share our
tales and deepest treasures together, my dearest To no other but
us, my ador I love you, Whick © 2013 Blissful SinAuthor's Note
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Added on July 15, 2013Last Updated on July 15, 2013 AuthorBlissful SinBetween Hell and Heaven, NYAboutHello. I'm back. It has been a long time. I've been through a lot of pain. I hope writing will help. more..Writing
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