Tuesday, January 28, 2014



I cut my wrist to sip some ink
That I’ll feed to my senseless point
The taste and smell makes me strong
And I know with ink I can’t go wrong
I touch the letters with the tip of my tongue
And OH! Sweet honey from black bees I tasted
My lips were filled with lust
To kiss this venomous ink
Endless rapture flows through my veins
Glorious! I love this feeling
Kill me now and bring me in despair
I like it dark when with poems smeared


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