This is where morals are twisted and dead. There is no longer a hunger for simple compassion. We must feed ourselves on the blood of those around us. And we sink in our teeth not because this is all we really stand for. We sink our teeth in because our sw
Of the hopeless, the sour
The swollen, the fading
The paranoid flower
As scratching the surface
Is breaking the skin
As wandering outward
Is wandering in
This is the age of pornography
This is the age
Of delusions of grandeur
Where in kindling lights
Even death is a voyeur
As scratching the sickness
Is curing the sick
As grabbing this foothold
Is making us slip
As this is the age of pornography
Poetry by Seraphina
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Written on 2007-06-15 at 00:50
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Pornographic
This is the ageOf the hopeless, the sour
The swollen, the fading
The paranoid flower
As scratching the surface
Is breaking the skin
As wandering outward
Is wandering in
This is the age of pornography
This is the age
Of delusions of grandeur
Where in kindling lights
Even death is a voyeur
As scratching the sickness
Is curing the sick
As grabbing this foothold
Is making us slip
As this is the age of pornography
Poetry by Seraphina
Read 455 times
Written on 2007-06-15 at 00:50
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