Marquis de Sade
By alesana
Lurking in the shadows of the sun
no need to hide when you have such
pride
as to reveal the deeds you've done
prison bars and needlesÂ
cannot stop a quill and ink of blood
nor hold back an imagination
as twisted as his own
blade in hand he then began
his torture
and his fun
unrestrained by conscience
by morals or by law
deaths of innocent beauty
his craving and his want
chains and
stains and torn wings
pretty white dresses soaked in red
like
butterflies pinned and labeled on the wall
broken souls will turn
to ash
but only feed his flame.
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Copyright 2011 Meg Owens
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On Sunday, September 4, 2011, Invisibledarkness
(23) wrote:
wow... ummm... amazin write but idk how 2 comment. great job