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My Virus

plazma

Bluelighter
Joined
Jul 24, 2001
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Location
Behind Conroy, with a Chainsaw...
Punching mirrors
So refreshing
Seeing my own face shatter
Flowing down with my blood
My own private cartharsis
Expelling this fucking virus
This virus called obsession
In that blood its purged
Maybe if I tore this mask
Ripped off my face
I'd find the me beneath
So many layers of stinking shit
Master of my inner slave
Step into my world
I'll teach you to swim
In waves of burning oil
Stapled to your cross
Just like everyone else
Suffocated with a kiss
Corpse perfume
Smelling me in me
A million dollars worth
Of human waste
Hidden beneath the skin
This virus is my love
Just because I hate you

-plaz out-
 
I really appreciate how harsh you are with this poem... a lot of people are afraid to write that way, but I see people who can do that as extremely talented, because they are really in touch with the reality of the emotion they're feeling.
really good piece
-Niks-
 
I love a poem that makes me see such a visual seene as I am reading-U have accomplished this task...wonderfully written!!

I'll teach you to swim
In waves of burning oil

I love it!!
 
Maybe if I tore this mask
Ripped off my face
I'd find the me beneath
So many layers of stinking shit
Master of my inner slave

i understand. this is honest poetry. this is real.
good stuff.
 
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