Incoherent Ramblings of a Forsaken Lover
By Alacer_Cogitatus
Her touch is like death itself,
cold, clammy, and hard.
The smell of sulphuric eggs
penetrates through the sickly sweet smell
of fresh cadaverous love making.
The continual penetration of such human
effluence disgust me,
tearing my eye like a particularly
bad onion.
To say what we have is love,
is as logical as the minds of the
mentally insane.
Her sexully saterical soul
torments my inner being,
causing an unforgivable
feeling of doubt and remorse.
To be repulsed by the
one who loves you
is a sin that not only
extends beyond adultry, but
reaches toward infinite hate.
The mentally incompetent have
nothing on me, I am the
true definition of forever.
Sanity, sweet, sweet sanity
has evaded me for sometime.
Insanity is all I am,
Forever and ever, Amen.
Comments on "Incoherent Ramblings of a Forsaken Lover"
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A former member wrote:
perfect, enticing. perfect.
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A former member wrote:
I like it. Its deep, and really catchy.
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A former member wrote:
This is truly a work of art!!!!!
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On Friday, June 18, 2004, aXe FactoR
(335) wrote:
arghh, i loved this piece...i always wanted 2 write something abt this topic but somehow my usage of words....awesome...glad i read this rad piece... :) -MeL-
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On Friday, June 18, 2004, Midnight Shadow
(67) wrote:
Wow...this is truly a work of art. Loved every word of it...~Tracy