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If Only...If only I could find some way
to make you die
and silence that scimitar smile
that slices so fine
Every time you open your lips and say
those words I loathe to hear.
They're pushed past teeth like razor blades
Severing my last connection,
with those fine slices,
to all that gave me the strength to go on,
I can't take much more,
Of your bright stiletto eyes that
drive deep, plunging
past the bullshit fog that covers
the fine scars you left
last time we had one of these little talks,
Or bloody assaults.
I can't see which way to go now,
There's blood in my
eyes and ears and nose, clogging my
once so fine senses,
Leaving me wide open to your tender,
This is how you love me to be
isn't it dear?
Lost, confused and stumbling on
while you finely trim
away the parts of me you can't stand to
be with any more.
There's never rest for the wicked,
or so you say,
as fingers like scalpels caress
and slice so finely,
Sculpting a brand new me for your pleasure,
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Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More