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TheBlackCorset
Crew

PostPosted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 12:55 pm


Lover's Block


What is it that keeps you from me
The road block that holds you hostage
on the other side of my consciousness.
What keeps these words from calling you
The coating in my throat that holds back
the love.
The smell of fear, the repellent I wear as perfume
Does nothing but beckon you closer
to the clog in my mind
The missing link that connects these two
vital organs.
Let the body function
This door can not stop nature
Mt. Phobia can be climbed
though my rope is tearing
Why is that that confusion can find
it's way around the red lights
the traffic jam in my mind

To clog my throat from passion
Rob my heart of love
and my lips of satisfaction
How is it that you can sit next to me
and be summits away.


Copy write©Caress 2007
PostPosted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 1:11 pm


Tears On Ice


Think ice we walk on
________A crack the dreaded call
Late that night
________Phone rings
Blood on the walls

The bed we both shared
________It's comfort a mere memory
A whisper in the frost
Somewhere down that treacherous road
________You wait, arms wide
The crack shown in those distant

Ice blue eyes
The answer you knew would come
________Another voice on the line
The sheets of white satin
________Stained with regret
As the ice broke we said our prayers
________And took the blood down

_______________With us.

Copy write©Caress 2007

TheBlackCorset
Crew


Caress_Of_Darkness
Vice Captain

PostPosted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 7:04 pm


An Addicts Rablings

This existence
Cultivated by this drug abuse
The high of such indulgence the reason for my breathing
Or so I thought
This addiction, a mental and physical burden
Exaggerated by the want and need for its touch
Only an illusion
A side affect of the pills
The dull realization, held back by a medicated stupor
Bleak awareness now behind these blackened eyes
Sleepless nights and withdraw anxiety
Replenished by the soft sting of the needle
Continuous highs keep the truth from these eyes
With the supply gone for the time being, reality begins to slip back into a blurry view
Addiction, a physical state of need
Love, a mental state of confusion
Physically and mentally disabled by its proximity
Its is possible that its all been a lie?
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