
The fear of spiritual decay. Critique welcome!
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 131 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 06-09-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2529677
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I'm lost
Decibels and lies
His tangling screams
Moans and blaspheme
Make my cradle
In these nights
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Dead
So do I become
More flesh for campaign?
Another 'goody' down the drain?
I'm arithmetic
I add up to that
That's that that that that that that--
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Pull your hair
Wipe you clean
Present you
Sparkling
You'll never pass inspection
You're dripping pestilence
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My dear
My doll
I hide you beneath virtue
Somewhere deep
Somewhere dark
You'll glow
Like cheap plastic toys
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Show
Freaks gentlemen and girls
Teach you to howl
Like things from twisted dreams
My marionette
Indus'trial pet
The slime inside the drain
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Gutter darling
Dada trash
Pocket you
Make you last
Catch your cold
Cough your blood
Death of me
Not of God
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