Deathjunkie
Naked and degradedYour will is sedated
Submit to my pulse
Corpse by impulse
Watery eyes, shivering lips
Blood on my fingertips
Deep red, glimpses of death
Cold breeze reveals no breath
Smashing my sorrow into her skull
Death is grand – Life is dull
(...Time is traveling by hearse)
Poetry by Robert EH
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Written on 2005-11-08 at 10:40
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