Feed me

I want every inch of you… Slithered to the back of my throat till I can’t breathe… I want your demons consuming my every need… Possessing me and freeing me all in one feed… I want your eyes on me… Watching with your hands latched around my neck… Suffocating me with exquisite relent

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Lioness

I’m a lioness when stricken… Strength written.. In my core… Within..  hidden is the fight I want no more.. Break me till I’m fallen and I will rise before.. Never torn…I implore the demons and watch them come… As I wither no more… Stronger than ever… I crawl.. In slow attack beware of my roar

I’m tired

God Im tired… Tired of the grief.. The pain.. The loneliness that remains.. Im tired… Of crying… Of sighing… Of hoping… Of dying..  Im tired.. My heart wretching… Palpitating in rage.. Wishing for its fire.. Craving its desire again but, fuck… Im tired

Tell me

Tell me how sublime it is to touch the crevices of my mind… To slither the depths of its slow curves and rough silhouette… To breathe in all my soul that lives through the harsh pirouettes… Round and round in its dizzy picturesque ride.. Like a carousel of my demons and angels alike… Tell me…