Warping my self

I feel,
despite the sentiments,
strangers of pain,
compliments to my soul,
I feel nothing sometimes,
Then nothing leads to nothing,
And something comes from it,
And touches my soul.
licks it slowly,
tip to tip,
making the senses scream,
Igniting my wants,
Making me fear the fear,
Of wanting to much,
But I love the pain,
And can drink it's blood.
And enjoy
The sweet sick
Of it all.




Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2006-10-06 at 23:01

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