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A Black Death
The Heart Churns.
Weakness chains me.
Chained to my will, a promise.
Bound, yet broken, I fall.
These hands, blood-stained
Shall cover thee.
A night of bliss awaits.
A bloody death, a sacred demise.
Bittersweet are the tears I shed for you.
A blackened night,
A frozen heart.
~Josh~
Hey everyone.
I have just finished writing this. I'm not sure if you'd call it 'poetry,' but you can call it what you want to. I wrote this to try and write something different then I usually do.
Perhaps one of you can find meaning in it.
That is my wish.
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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Josh, any one can always find meaning in the verses you write. They are all beautiful and profound. They always speak to me.
~aqua-chan~
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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Thank you Aqua.
I just have so many images in my head. And I don't know why, but I always seem to put them together -somehow or another- and they always have to do with sex.. I'm not sure how I'm feeling tonight..
Thanks for commenting.
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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