February 2, 2011
By , rosehill, VA
Deaf to my cries.
Blind to my line of sight.
A tasteless self indulgence and
a senseless touch.
With delusional thoughts,
I'm left to linger on the thread of wrong and right.
Where do i stand?-A distance matter within.

Anticipating screams then break through the barrier.
Freeing of the chains.
Eyes hold a daring gleam.
What a sweet but bitter taste and
A beautiful struggling touch that
leaves me wanting more but
where do i stand?- With a seeking vengeance, a torturous tease within a pool of red.

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