bluntforcemama
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I know this is weird, but I have frequent dreams about having sex with Lucifer, himself. He's quite good, too. I can't orgasm in my sleep when I'm dreaming of other sexual encounters, but when it's with him... oh man. I think I've got some issues or something... Anyway, I wrote this poem this morning after dreaming about something he told me... I know, I know, I'm fucked up! So here it is:
Spewing my sanity,
spilling my loss
upon raging humanity
dangling from this cross.
Their end is forever near
and their sanctuary is Hell.
Is it the angels you hear?
Or is it the funeral bell?
In the blood are my footprints;
strewn between the dead.
The Devil's knife blindly glints,
his right holds my lover's head.
He whispered his apology;
I begged to give him time.
But his last gift was only for me,
it was the labyrinth of the rhyme.
Spewing my sanity,
spilling my loss
upon raging humanity
dangling from this cross.
Their end is forever near
and their sanctuary is Hell.
Is it the angels you hear?
Or is it the funeral bell?
In the blood are my footprints;
strewn between the dead.
The Devil's knife blindly glints,
his right holds my lover's head.
He whispered his apology;
I begged to give him time.
But his last gift was only for me,
it was the labyrinth of the rhyme.
