He’s like a zombie
Completely dead inside,
He won’t keep his hands off me.
Smelling the blood in my veins
Does he want to caress my body,
Or explore my brains.
His eyes look so cold
But they burn through me,
With his greedy scold.
He stares whilst I undress
He wants to taste my body,
To sink his teeth into my flesh.
He’s making my skin blush
With those hungry eyes,
It’s quite an adrenaline rush.
I see the thirst he craves
He’s got me hooked
Turning me into deaths slave.
I’d give up all my humanity
To taste his flesh
For the rest of infinity.
K
The Darkest Fairytale 
Dark Love
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Exactly , dead or alive, love is love x
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Is it dead?
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No it makes you feel alive x
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True love never dies
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I agree with you there x
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Wow…I love the intensity of the words used here…It’s marvelous.
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Thank you xx
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You are welcome!💞💝
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Love this so fucking much
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Thank you lovely xx
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Always welcome 🙂
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I wouldn’t get caught in that kind of relationship. It shows a weakness of character and self awareness. Very dark but very sick. The verse is powerful and perhaps true in some people’s lives, but it is very upsetting to me. Just saying.
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Aww I apologise you found it upsetting, and zombies scare the hell out of me so wouldn’t be my cup of tea either. X
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Your darkestfairytale contrasts with my optimism and light.
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That’s good I am glad it matches. X
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I see the light
Where you see dark.
I like the sight,
I’m not a mark.
Give me a chance
To demonstrate
The power of love
To change your fate.
Where darkness reigns,
The mind will doubt,
When light invades,
Love’s power comes out.
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That’s brilliant , love it, you should really publish these on your wall more , show the world your poetic skills x
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Will do.
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Thank you lovely, amazing work x
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Even those that have read you for a long while , know your ways, or think they do, get drawn in, think what you write is real, sometimes maybe, sometimes who knows, the power of your words, you make us care you know… the darkest fairy tales …
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Yeah I’ve noticed , only time it’s real is when I’m talking about my past or feelings. Everything else is imagination, ND thanks Eric x
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You like zombies, eh?
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Haha no, they scare the shit out of me lol x
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Oh come now… I didn’t think that anything scares you!
Nice new DP, by the way!
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Haha well nothing really does, I think I was introduced to resident evil far to young haha
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But, humans can be more scary than zombies
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She was an artist
and I was a poet
I had hoped to tip my arrows with gold
and drive those golden thought through her heart
thus to hold her in Time
I had dreamed of laying her electric blue brain
upon my stainless steel table
Dreamed of plucking out her soul
with my analytical tweezers
Dreamed of gnawing the bones of her works
and sucking the marrow of meaning from them
I wanted to photograph her frightened
and angry reality through my spectral filters
Wanted to taste the sour acid smoke
of her smoldering loves
Wanted to smell the raw lust she had
for survival
She was an artist
and I was a poet
I had to cast echoes into the vaults
of her soul
Hoped to chart the shadows
of her surrealistic sunscape
Bur her heart was always the elusive target
And my hands were too old
and slow to follow….
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Very impressive x
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Thanks
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