not aound here but there they are

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by cinZamurai, Nov 21, 2008.

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  1. cinZamurai

    cinZamurai Well-Known Member

    Not around here

    but there they are

    Understanding the signs I read.....

    This night was a test for me.

    A no sex test.

    Yes you read it right.

    But still wrong.

    I AM the devil but I have angel wings!

    I do not fuck, I tempt you into fucking.

    And when you fail you die and hell is the only one taking your ticket.

    It is already to late.

    I did not want this for you but I can not help myself

    I am not one to judge but now I have been called to pass judgment on to you.

    I am truly sorry for what I am witness to.

    the choice was always yours to make, and it pains me that I could not prevent it from happening.

    now it is done and I can never look on you the same way as before, again.

    The dead walks and the living are keeping quiet.

    Sleepless night

    no one wins tonight!

    not even me

    You cave in to soulless sex

    I cave in to sexless conviction

    who won?

    the dead walks the living keeps quiet.

    When I go, atleast I will know that I never took advantage of your weakness.

    It pains me that I could not protect you.

    but who am I to judge?

    I am just a boy.

    an innocent boy.

    nor heaven nor hell can embrace my ambivalent heart.

    I am created for sacrifice.
  2. cinZamurai

    cinZamurai Well-Known Member

    this above is about sex without love, I did not engage in this act (never did)and I should not really pass judgment on others when "it is" consensual even if it seems wrong to me, but I have here done so.

    I am sorry for this text and I just have to get it off my chest, please feel free to flame me, deep in my heart I know that no one can judge myself harder then i do myself but this don´t have to keep anyone from trying. I am different from many, I made sure. Death comes on swift wings and the bane is my sacrifice. I am mark´t and drunk, a dangerous combination for sure. Death is bittersweet, not helping nor saving anyone but myself from myself. To my friends: Giving you the gift of friendship and absolute trust was my thank you for the good things life gave me, It was me saying I have faith in you. And to the rest , I will not end myself here at this point, so don´t sweet it. I am merely sweeting of the after drunk anxiety and my own mindfuck of moral standards.
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