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Nov 18, 2010

0 Dark Pleasure poem

Adventures of thought and heart

Sometimes it only takes, a subtle breeze to turn a thought
from the sunny heavens- to the dark, infested cracks of this world
and I find myself, slipping down the slippery slope of our morality to dark intellect
dark-nature, from the reminisce of our forbidden fruit, lodged inside

Oh, how it replaces my heart, devouring who I am
hanging down as a cursed, Egyptian gem
that beseeches me with glow and shimmer
these worlds, yet unknown, to plunder of splendor

And I’m fascinated with wonder
craving to explore these demon, inhabited worlds
to take part in their rituals and insanity
to loose, myself, part of my humanity
and know this darkness inside, written in pleasure