...HighA Poem by Matthew KultGo on a ride with me.I feel...
Distantly comfortable. Allowing the ripples of the cold grey water carry me into a unknown of imagination. Slipping gently under the cuddle, pleasantly demented, giggling away the sins. Only to accept the praise and admiration of dreadful inspiration.
I feel...
Forever lost. Cherishing a world so dreary and dark. Seeing through the eyes of a sinner and feeling every ounce of pain Unleashed mercilessly. Only to accept the pleasure of suffering and the orgasmic thrill of the kill.
I feel...
Arrogantly mad. Worshipping the superciliously sacred line of derangement. Slithering slowly off the tree of pure insanity and addiction to the rush of being a god. Only to accept it's full library of knowledge and magnifyed cognition.
I feel... © 2011 Matthew KultFeatured Review
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Added on April 26, 2011Last Updated on July 7, 2011 AuthorMatthew KultARNOLD, MOAboutMy greatest sin is playing pretend. Acting as if a monster doesn't live within. And surely some I offend But allow me a chat. To show you what I feel It is madness not under a hat. As everything.. more..Writing
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