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The kiss of madness,
returning its soft caress to my lips.
Once again awakening me from my long and fitful slumber.
The world of agony and darkness...
a figment of the past.
Now I sit in the soft embrace of lunacy.
Enjoying her cold touch once more.
This descent into madness was expected.
The Maelstrom churns my own darkness,
Feasting upon it and draining it from my essence.
Free.
The only that comes to mind as I break from the whirling waters.
Tear the chains
Finally pulling myself away.
Back to her, back to my only true lover.
To madness, to lunacy, to fondest touches of sweet insanity.
This is my true calling,
this is my destiny.
To feel her breath upon the nape of my neck,
as I plunge the knife deep into his heart.
Sanity, my brother.
No longer.
I serve a new mistress,
one who has shown me the world for its aberrations.
Upon this scroll I write these delighted words,
as she kisses my neck and gently nibbles upon my ear.
Lady Madness...
My Manifestation of Perfection.
- by Procer Nex |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/15/2009 |
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- Title: The Kiss of Lady Madness
- Artist: Procer Nex
- Description: The alternate title of this poem is "Manifestation of Perfection." It's free verse, something I wrote in possibly the strangest mood I had ever experienced in my entire life. It's written in the point of view of a man writing out his thoughts on parchment. One person told me that the poem is a bit creepy, because he's talking about a figment...a figment that seems to be getting quite physical with him.
- Date: 02/15/2009
- Tags: dark insane love
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