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Devil man, devil man, show me your teeth.
Show me the horror--what lies beneath.
Be placid, be harrowed, or if you want, seethe;
but come along, devil man, and teach me to breathe.
My wicked reverence don’t try to subdue.
It’s hopeless, you demon. I’m burning for you.
Though I may seem mellow, my devotion’s concrete--
I’d sacrifice virgins just to lie by your feet.
When night falls around me, I scream out your name
in hopes of your coming--to cherish or maim.
Oh, devil, you monster! Condemn me, I beg!
You promised! You promised and now you renege?
Devil man, devil man, show me your teeth.
My soul, oh so gladly, to you I bequeath!
Show me the horror--what lies beneath.
Be placid, be harrowed, or if you want, seethe;
but come along, devil man, and teach me to breathe.
My wicked reverence don’t try to subdue.
It’s hopeless, you demon. I’m burning for you.
Though I may seem mellow, my devotion’s concrete--
I’d sacrifice virgins just to lie by your feet.
When night falls around me, I scream out your name
in hopes of your coming--to cherish or maim.
Oh, devil, you monster! Condemn me, I beg!
You promised! You promised and now you renege?
Devil man, devil man, show me your teeth.
My soul, oh so gladly, to you I bequeath!
Literature
instructions on never falling out of love
invent countless scenarios where pieces
fall into places and you fall into
his arms.
rip your chest up with bitten nails,
scourge your insides with laser-sharp
self-homing
precision-guided missiles
of unending scrutiny:
what's missing, what's missing,
what's missing.
discard fictions, soft-spoken and faceless.
you've met the real deal
and he doesn't want you.
write songs, write
this poem,
write, sing, remember
old melodies
of the broken loves of your youth.
tell yourself every bit of pain that had
passed through you before
carved a perfect spot
for this love to fill.
tell yourself, you loved him before you met him.
what you've learnt to
Literature
Is This Love?
I walk down a crooked, broken pathway
A lone tear permanently attached to my cheek
Exhaustion explodes from every pore
Food will not satisfy
Water will not quench
All hope is gone
But as long as I'm with you, I will not stumble
You are all I need to satisfy and quench my needs
Hope will slowly return
My heart is broken;
Lies nearly dead in a heap of despair
Little pieces are broken off here and there
They won't be coming back.
But you are slowly piecing me back together
You are bringing life back into mi corazon
I have faith you can find the missing pieces
When we're together, I feel balanced
I'm madly in love in a calm way
Literature
Love: a Poem
Love is the butterflies,
this internal rush.
Love is the shyness,
my pink facial flush.
Love is the buzz
that I hear with your name.
Love, as emotion,
by far is least tame.
Love knows no reason
I haven't a clue.
Love is what's drawing
my thoughts back to you.
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I love this so dark, yet, so seductively written. A delight to read, worthy of any honour bestowed upon it.