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    July 11

    Twisted Dark Cynical Poetry - "These people are messed up" - Love In Dark Souls

    Love In Dark Souls
     
     
    I love you baby
    Like a spider loves a high place over a dump 
    Like a rotting baby loves young screaming girls
     
    I love you the way guts dries to hardwood floors 
    I seek love from you like the burning sun seeks a 
    trapped nocturnal 
    I seek the dark shade of your soul and humour 
    Your intoxicating stare is where I linger in the 
    vastness of your magnitude
     
    I love you baby
    Like creepy people love open windows
    Like starving kids love the dirty little 
    pieces off sick meat wagons
    Like a death row convict loves the 
    deliberation of heaven
     
    I wear a mask of our relationship like 
    a portrait of myself and the wisdom of our 
    endurance
     
    kiss kiss

     

     

     

    M