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Feb 8, 2011

0 Outside of gray, poem

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I'm but a demon, attracted to a heart's heat
to the harmonics of the sensuous beat
to the acoustics of the soul, where the mind sleeps, in this slumber of humanity

and I'm addicted to, such sweet insanity

oh, how I love to possess
drink the sweet nectar of- such a flower in bloom
and rip her from her innocent cocoon
reborn into a world of my own devices

my heart knows no restraints or conflictions
to prevent me from exploring
the forbidden knowledge locked away
inside of her, she dares look upon or say

and I play with her being, and I hunger to transform
until shes tattered and worn
and can no longer recognize
anything outside of gray