He moves gracefully, fluidly in a way I can’t describe. 
It’s sickening and I can’t stand it. The way he crawls inside.
Skin stretched soft as a flower velvet, 
Only wishing you’d never felt it.

He is death, rotten to the core. 
Twisted jagged and painfully in control. 
My head pounding with horrid thoughts
Stomach knotted into cords.

Face carved of pure perfection, 
A voice whispering lonely deception
Wings mattered black and blue
With lying angels in the room

Drown at the site, choking on screams
Wrapped soundly in silent dreams 
Trapped in a web, an insect of silken vines,
Wrapped ‘round twice in deceit and lies

Always and forever bound by love,
Disgusted, hated and given a shove
It’s a secret wound in red
Only kept because you bled

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© to calissa (a.k.a bex, bexx, kisa)

my first attempt at some kind of poem. it’s a bit rubbish. dedicated to robbie fleischer, another creation.

(Source: caliisa)