Alone in this dark room
Spiders are spinning their webs around my heart.
Tied to an oak chair
The crows peck at my flesh.
Decaying soul
Ambered eyes
Nails longing to rip open your skin
Blood longing, rusting steel
My hands have lost all feeling
Dangling over the edge
The birds swoop and plant their claws in my flesh
…Needing just
One more breath
Longing only…
One more injection of poison into my veins.















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Love,
Sandy
Great stuff, very simple and straight to the point!
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I want a sexy piece of Twi'lek Ass!
"Alone in this dark room
Spiders are spinning their webs around my heart."
I love that.
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RUBEN@DEVIANTART
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"There is something in each of us that wants us to be Unhappy. It creates in our imaginations problems that don't yet exist- quite often causing them to come true."
~Benjamin Hoff The Te of Piglet
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Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
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gallery | journal | girlfriend
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i absolutly love this line. the beginning of the poem is amazing,
the very last line seems kind of misplaced though.
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