marauder, i am hunting plunderer, i am taking licking lips wet for the satiating of this boundless appetite though i will be forsaking the company of an Angel i must wet my appetite we are what we eat and i have gnawed on the sinews of many broken hearts, i have swallowed the expedient conception of a hundred, selfish pricks seeking instant gratification from a cheap trick my vindictive spear, struck through your heart i made you beg me to let you love me i told you maybe but- don't ever call me baby so i know you're not pretending don't ever call me sweetheart so i know we're not suspending reality- we've started all wrong but everything fits just right i guess we have to make sacrifices sometimes, but God help me i can't get this blood from underneath my fingernails i know what this makes me- a serial lover, a ticking clock you wind me up and i dance this dance for you, with you, but when i struck you you bled- my fellow homicidal marionette i fear we've been entangled both thinking ourselves dead it seems we still have some meat left in our chests and i feel the pressure of your teeth and the flutter of beat, beat, beat-
you seem some kinda writer alike me how i think about writings that;s what i got from this piece. If i had an idea to write this piece i write the same as you write and i read.
theme's great, all and everything is great, no need to criticize you anymore. If i'had something to you, i just can say i wanna keep this writing in the list of my top 10 writings.
These are my fave lines '...gnawed on the sinews of many broken hearts...a hundred, selfish pricks seeking...my vindictive spear...don't ever call me baby...'
Very intense and well articulated. The imagery throughout fits nicely to the theme and message. Wish the spacing was a smidgin wider, but a great write.