flaming breasts

Member since 2003 · Posted 1 Jul 2003 · 3 comments

I feel the waking of the beast inside my head My soul filled of loathing And my lungs filled of fire Talk to me and I'll set your world spinning I am what was corrupted at youth For the spirits there is no cnosolation Every step I take curses the ground beneath me The logic of a passed life losens grip I see the world in a new light All that is unmolested is mine for the taking I will be the determining factor for greed The downfall of innocence started with one It shall continue with many

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[6] Bachus 1-Jul-03/10:57 PM Reply

As agnostic as a bag of flaming puppy coca.

[3] thepinkbunnyofdoom 2-Jul-03/3:50 AM Reply

Great Title. VERY Banal Poem. -3-

[5] smlink84 8-Jul-03/8:40 PM Reply

All three of you are the same person. How do I know this you ask? You see, God has ordained this information to my knowledge. Don't belive, "Kathryn H."
Your poem is very "poetic"