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Mary Most Vile~
This thickening pain engulfs,
as death darkens my door.
I'm screaming his name,
and he keeps walking,
my saviour, my god , my life.
It's all in vain
as I reach for the knife,
though it rips like the pain in my stomach.
Another kind of good mother,
I take my one gift,
my one true love,
and throw it to the wind
on the pretense of logic.
Blood velvet, magick dust, and new life,
"she's come undone" they say
so why don't you nail me down,
drain my life,
call me a martyr
and give me to christ.


Fallen Angels~
He gave me my life,
I gave him his pain.
He had his crucifix,
I had my knife.
He and I,
burning on the inside
and succumbing to life,
gave everything to make it alright.
Pain came in waves,
and I cringed under his gaze,
no longer his perfect girl
because I stained my skin
with my angry red marks.
I gave him his pain,
and he took his life.
I have his crucifix,
and he succumbed to the knife.

I see i have a fellow writer in the house. Alright, lets see wha you can do....*looks over poetry*....

Hmm.....pretty good stuff, i have to say. I've been amazed by how much talent can be found on these boards, and you're just adding to it. Nice work.

But i see that your work is not exactly the...happiest stuff, lets say. Perhaps you should stop by my advisory room? No charge, i don't pull that kind of stuff.

mrgreen