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Brillant Dance
Images of deceit, lust, And death fill her eyes, A blinding mask, Toneless words, The needle, The wire, The noose. It's a golden coin hanging aloft, A pleasure to reach and touch, Orgasmic at the very thought, Pleasing to the loins, But with evil. With greed, With bruteful brutality, It winds its way into our hearts, Harboring deep within our souls, For that lingering gasp of life. The last breath of a lover's wings, The chance to feel again the rush, Pleasure, Without remorse, Till the action's done. And upon the earth, seed spilled. Lying on her back, Breaths in gasping rushes, Trying to reach the burning, The explosion long since past. The noose around her neck. The wire, the needle. Remorse then comes, As to flacid, returns the state, She shivers from no cold awake, And dreams about before the rush, ever came. What cheap price was this evil, This winding, dealing soul-breaker? A price, Where many fear to trod, And yet do so anyway, Falling for the minutes' rush, The one last pump of adrenaline, One blast, One injection, Seed to the earth, Apple to the eye, Blindness insues, Blindbess reviewed, A wire, A noose, A fatal needle. Worming it's way, Home. |
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