Salty blood

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Loving the beast.Die for the beast

Submitted: January 05, 2009

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Inside your dirty face

Clots the blood

Of pain

Thick, dirty

Slick

Tastes of salt

Upon your

Serpents tongue

The blood of the sin

Your victims

Dirty blood

Hungry

Take a gentle bite

She loves it

Anyway

The feel of you

Your matted hair

Against her sinners face

As she lives her life a lie

She screams 

Passion is dead

Better take death

Insteed

Upon the mouth

She sucks

The dirtiness away

You have feed on more

Victims

Yet she  is dirty

And doesnt care

Shaking her plastic face

'Come" she calls to the beast

His eyes a fit with hunger

Bottomless pits

You need ropes to hold on

Gazing into them

He runs

To her

On fours

Hair wild

She impraces him

Holding him tight

Take me she says

With this bullet

Through my heart

Bang ,Bang,Bang


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