my poem

[stripped raped strangled]

She lived with joy
Who would have known, her life would be done

The eyes that sparked life now spew tears
She lived everyday as her last
But this day would be none like the rest
Now spent in chains, she now begs for death
Who knew such a joyful girl could be so masochist
Now she knows, the ones she most feared now is in control
It could of been different, chances given, waiting
You chose not to heal me, you chose death,
Snapping her neck back, her nostrils spew my cum
Every waiting night, all the rage explodes in one hour with this one
Never have I experienced extract giving death
Think now honey, you could of chose an eternity with me with this life you so cherished
Now you spend the last hours, giving me what would have taken a lifetime to succumb

[Grm]

'Only those with poetry in their heart can really dream'.

Grm

[gal4]

Originally Posted by stripped raped strangled

She lived with joy
Who would have known, her life would be done

The eyes that sparked life now spew tears
She lived everyday as her last
But this day would be none like the rest
Now spent in chains, she now begs for death
Who knew such a joyful girl could be so masochist
Now she knows, the ones she most feared now is in control
It could of been different, chances given, waiting
You chose not to heal me, you chose death,
Snapping her neck back, her nostrils spew my cum
Every waiting night, all the rage explodes in one hour with this one
Never have I experienced extract giving death
Think now honey, you could of chose an eternity with me with this life you so cherished
Now you spend the last hours, giving me what would have taken a lifetime to succumb

Oh, damn, every time I read this, it strikes me, sends a shiver down my back and makes me shake to the core of my masochistic soul.

I can envision myself, my cheeks red and swollen, my eyes full of tears, hurting, tingling, my mouth, dry with spen cum, my hands tied behind me to he pole, hurting, hurting, aching for release, my pussy, running, running, and streams running down my legs, my flesh marred and marked with burns, and whip marks, and yet looking towards your stern eyes, looking, looking, for the smiile of benevolence which will not come.
Yet you mock me, mock me, twist my tits and slap me, keep on slapping me, and yet your force your manhood down my mouth, forcing it wide open, achingly, and my jaws feel like they are about to snap.
Over and over, and then you force you juice down my throat holding my head close to your crotch and damn, damn, can hardly breathe.
Please, Master, please, let me breathe, please,
I can hold it no longer, I begin to black out, go limp, and then you let go and slap me hard again. Insert your finger in the forbidden region and twist it, twist it, making me wince in pain.
Then you grab me by the throat, choking me, I can breathe, you hold on, hold on, and blackness, blackness, it comes and I, I, fade out....

[gal4]

....and as I lie in repose, my mind at peace,

Some damn idiot, yells, "Cut!!!" "Where the hell is my magarita?"

And some pitter patter of feet shuffling and rushing.

Some one else yells, "Would somebody help me move this table please!!"

I a grabbed, unceremoniously dumped in a dumpster, and hauled outside.

All the mops, and bucket full of water and detergent slop on the floor.

OH, damn, the reality, the damn reality. Damn Modernism!!

Some one yells, Gal, put some damn clothes on, before your guts fall out!!.

And wipe off the stinking ketchup!!

Hell, man, this ain't no ketchup, this is real blood, you see, you see.

Oh, hell, it's allright, Ma, I'm only bleeding.

[gal4]

yeah, yeah, yeah

One more time, yeah. Heh Heeee!!!

I never took any acid, was born way after the age of flowers and peace signs, but I wish I was, I would have love it, perhaps, overdosed and died from excessive consumption.

Sitting at the breakfast table one morning, I just sat there, and just looked and looked at the food. "why are you not eating your food?"
Oh, can't I just sit and watch it? Can't just watch it until I get hungry, coz I am not hungry as of now.
"Eat it, eat it now!!"

Oh, my, much, much later, sleeping naked with another naked gal on the floor. She points to her pussy and says, "Eat it, eat it now".
And I say, Pussy, it is not just for breakfast anymore.
Wow, wonder what pussy juice laced with acid would have tasted like?
Damn, we were hit with Poverty back then. Yeah, we met Poverty, it came and hit us and after, we had no money. We tried calling the cops, but we were told that Poverty has a license to steal.
I know what, next time I see Poverty, I am gonna blow his fucking head off.
Yeah, Mr President, I solved your problem, I have eliminated Poverty.
And I will be a hero, and be assassinated and be entombed with the unknown soldiers, and be gang raped by a bunch of skeltons.

Back to the regular scheduled programming.

Yeah, spend my last hour with you? Oh, my.

Girl:
Will you love me forever?

Boy:
Let me sleep on it!!!

Girl:
Will you love me forever!!!

And they marry, have a bunch of kids and then, this happens.

I couldn't take it any longer
Lord I was crazed
And when the feeling came upon me
Like a tidal wave
I started swearing to my god and on my mother's grave
That I would love you to the end of time
I swore that I would love you to the end of time!

So now I'm praying for the end of time
To hurry up and arrive
Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you
I don't think that I can really survive
I'll never break my promise or forget my vow
But God only knows what I can do right now
I'm praying for the end of time
It's all that I can do
Praying for the end of time, so I can end my time with you!!!
--Meatloaf, Paradise

Repent sinners, the end is near, the end is near.
If you want my end, it is gonna cost ya.
Yeah, baby.