PLEASE

There are no words to feed my hunger,
but I last in your memmories,
Feed me with lies like you always do,
again, once more, I'l go down and be your whore,
touch my naked body, feel the scars,
oh, that's just another drop of blood,
coup de grace of dreams,
slam the door,
leave me away from you,
the scorching rays of light,
back I go, to the lands no one touches.



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-19 at 21:02

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