Dreams Like Deserts

Merry, you may be. For I am the flesh in your tounge. Create to yourself, images of these glass-eyed figures, and expose to me, your skin - whorish as ever. They speak to me, your pores, your veins, in a rush of melancholy. In a stream of misantrophy. Remove the carpet, so I may be united with the shades of these. Blind my eyes, still I will see - presence, visuality. I grant you my pale hands, still I will feel - shape, contoures. Please leave. In me you wont find any pity, as the dog that howls for the light in my eyes - the stench or your nakedness, no smell for a mourner like me. So, please leave. In here you won't find any pity. Tour kisses were as hell itself. Be silent, for I am the flesh in your tounge. Only I can wear vast costumes of time, and still be present. "So, hereby I rape thee."

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 23, 2025

Oh, how I faint when I call upon your aid. Feeling the loss of burden and hearing cries from flowers raped. When you alone set kingdom on fire, I admire the beauty of love lost and hellish desire. As your slave. How can I ride upon hillsides when the beasts that beares me is at war with the sight of me? Shall I tend to your desire? - Let him feed on the sluts that spat on me... ...Let me. My eyes and my heart is at war with them. Let me, and I shall carry you and throw you into waters that kept me and mine alive. Share the joy with me, fiery one. My art given you life. My tones makes you weep and moan. - "Listen, the corpse blesses forlorn." ...Let me.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025

Leave me with my tragedies, those who stick to me like wet leaves in the (dry) sunlight. My face is frozen, byt my eyes still see, for I am in your dreams and fantasies Leave me with my misery, the one who cover me with glory and enter me like a slave in the dry sunlight. That light that burned my face to what you can see, a tragedy... ...it sculptured me... For I am your dreams and fantasies. Dreams, like deserts. Dreams, like stone. Dreams from flesh to bone. Dreams, like deserts. Dreams that moan, for I am in your twilight-zone. Leave me with my destiny, the one who lick my scars. The one who grants its flesh to me, and to my marbled anxiety. My soul is frozen, my flesh is weak, for I am dreams and fantasies.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025

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Sweet scent coloured these, the realm of sweet snakes that tortured me. If everlasting burdens should enter such, as the everlasting torment of hell. Sweet rape, honour these: The souls of sweet snakes that denoured me. If glorious destruction would embalm such, as the moments carresed by enlightened ones. "Even the earth can't grant us a common grave."

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025

A parade of ghosts brought these innocent feelings to where innocent itself was brought to. To view the rush of female tempests. My Sculptured face turns and twists by the sound of my own (horrid) laughter. Awoken by the sight? Ha! False lies have taken place in me... (Words of lust heard from vast buildings). That is the mirage you longed for. So, amuse me. Amuse me with the bitter glance in your eyes. As I forsake you with my forlorn beauty. ...and expose to you, the garden of gods in my hand. The glance turns to a gleam. A parade of thoughts encircle my throne and whisper to me, words of beauty. And i caress these. ..and open wound in the palm of my hand... The sky is no longer clear. That is the mirage we longed for.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 23, 2025