for i craved violence
by Furius (Member) - published: September 15, 2004
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for i craved violence as a delicate pleasure
full of precious moments and exacting touch
no gossamer dreams or veiled omens
half-hearted hopes or quixotic love
deep in the secret shadows of the night.

now I am swathed with wool around my eyes
and bandaged many turns for my burns
for i craved violence as a delicate pleasure
clear and rude with unforgiving light
so lived happily, ever after

and that life- fleeting, will be still here at the end
for i craved violence as a delicate pleasure
when the bruised flesh and torn skin lingers
on the salty tang on my lips, and i can nuzzle
all the wounds and lick away the tears.

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The conscious shape reality.

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by Furius

violence
a nice reminder that if we live by the sword we shall die by it, very well done...Bob:)

( Posted by: poetryman [Member] On: September 15, 2004 )

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