Brimstone
Dealer, of spry intent -
Eroticism for consumers
Bartering love, till lust, is spent.
Foggy, like bleach she blanches these
Gnawed, bare, fleshless, bones.
Creative! Cringed leeches, weep
Banish that subtle proclivity
Impoverished the swill tastes
Ever bitter-sweet.
Brimstone's Works
Poetry (Reflective) | 2006-06-06 | Contusive Memories |
Poetry (Comedy) | 2006-06-07 | Lancets |
Poetry (Personal) | 2006-06-10 | Hemlock candy |
Poetry (Abuse) | 2006-06-13 | Delirium Askew |
Poetry (Ironic) | 2006-06-13 | Inspiration |
Poetry (Adult) | 2006-06-13 | Stupid kid |
Poetry (Philosophical) | 2006-10-24 | A Dying Blood Moon |
Poetry (Spiritual) | 2006-11-17 | Demonology |
Poetry (Reflective) | 2007-05-09 | Negative Self Consciousness |
Poetry (Satire) | 2007-10-01 | 1+1=1 |
Poetry (Abuse) | 2007-10-25 | Depravity |