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If words could Kill then I would be a Murderer
By Circe Avalon
Endure my tasteful wrath
My anger like cyanide
My caressing words of spite
Biting electric voltage
Metallic and wasted on your inert form
Your lifeless face sings praises to my heart
Pumping rage like cement highways of rainbow hate
Dancing a paradox of two step envy
Your tomb is my haven
My graffiti spills upon the canvas of lust
And in part I feel relieved
Licking my wounds with words
Tangling lust and pleasure with massacred pride
Scratching the love strung song on your pallor skin
Marking you with rage
Glutton for your punishment
I love to taste you tragedy
My mask of pity
Painted with liquid temperance
You can only cry
As my words make you die
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© 2008 Circe Avalon
Comments on "If words could Kill then I would be a Murderer"
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A former member wrote:
As I read through, I caught glimpses of the Seven Deadly Sins. I don't know if that was what you were intending, but it fit in nicely. I also liked the "Dancing a paradox of two-step envy." Brilliance.
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On Tuesday, December 29, 2009, Dilated View
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wrote:
I really liked this. Seemed like emotions that may have been bottled up and then came out in a rampage. Almost barbaric and yet elegant and methodical. Very nice.
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