Eyes! Lakes! My Phantoms! - Poem by Shireen Ramadan
Longing for death, the black sweetness in candy.
Taste my blood ov so sweet suffer in pain.
Open my eyes, watching the grace in vain.
I stabbed the way ov treachery, I'm the ugly.
I'm the orphan ov serpents, I'm the blasphemy.
I'm the phantom ov a liar in veins ov chronic long.
I'm the eyes, watching my tape, chronicles ov wrong.
Phantasmagoria, I redefine, I'm the nightmare ov chant.
Awake to see my downfall, my flaws, his harlots.
Chewing the flesh & fat ov leech, drawing black lakes.
& awake, awake, clean the hands, orphans in shakes.
Humility, the Saviour, the Redeemer, melting in treachery.
Jesus or lover, I'm the more, I'm the entity.
I was born to demise, to be sombre, to be ugly.
Have the pleasure in pain ov diluted, half-lived, my crucifix.
Anaesthetics wearing thin, the bloated leech in my cemetery.
My Dracula kissing omnipotence, snapping my lust.
My only way in beyond, meta-pleasure, I greet thy entity.
Lost the dreams, the subsistence, sowing the evil.
Harvest ov gore, gathering germs, germs ov leech, bloated core.
Immortal eyes, lakes, my phantoms ov war.
Beyond my reach, on the edge ov precipice, adoring my wound.
Longing to whores, black sweet filth, excrement ov sore.
In my chamber ov hysterias, ejaculation, depict the Dystopia.
Writing a spell to catch his aroma, his watching, his panic.
Trying the lore in his bible, my mazes ov hysterias.
Hoping the dote in fiends, preferring the Sapphic.
Orgasm in Lucifer's embraces, incubus in prolific.
I'm rising from bed in a burial, incubuses rise, I'll rise.
Let me have the end, catch the throat, smoother my phobias.
Squeeze the real & coil, the serpentine dance ov cells, my mortals.
Fancy more, sleep in gore, nymph in bed, mad virgin.
Immortal eyes, lakes, my phantoms in obsess.
Under wrath, I'll rise, I'll haunt, inextinguished flames.
Above mere deceiver, but I'm longing to be deceived.
I'm content to treachery, to my suffer, to be ugly.
His lies are so sweet, the black candy, my sepsis' pus.
My nectar, the sap ov apple, my first sin keeping the breath.
Stop my breath, keep the chronic, take me from abyss ov loss.
Keep my elegant way ov death, keep me pretty, I'm the victory.
Cult ov sowing, keeping victory, an inextinguished memory.
The burial scenery, I'm in fire, fornication ov worry.
Taste his sin in blackberry; take me from my maze ov loss.
I'm real without his lies, I'm here, but I'm the most lie.
I'm lost in him, on the edge ov precipice we cry.
His dote in my blood, sweet liar, volatile death, falling from high.
Smothering a reality, the black sweetness in candy.
But don't tell me where? Eyes, lakes, my phantoms.....
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