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Another poem that i have decided to scribble down, in a really down state, a pit of my madness. I think i have been bi-polar for a really long time ... I know ... i know ... dont say anything ... I just want you here with me. 

Incest, the virtuous relationship, between the 

animal, bestial and horrid, be it 

male or female, all is coarse.

And so she stands over me, my sister 

the one that i watched so often grow up. And now she

stands 

like a bear and rips 

off the styrofoam packaging.

The white snow, covers the room 

patches of the hell i am living. 

Livid her body, thrown onto mine 

as if She were the victim and I, I 

the murder. 

Obscene as she drags my hands to her collar 

Bones, i am lost. 

My body looses control to her and there is little 

I can do 

unable to resist the

beauty before me.

A lolita, 

as a sulfurous pit, that I am engulfed in, 

the scent so pungent and yet romantic as death. 

The sickly flowers of my heart blooms 

ecstasy as I am brought to an astral plane. 

Thebans of fools and Athens of the wise

I belong no where, Only in tartarus 

or even swim in the lake of Lethe, floating in the murky 

waters of sin.

I have the tasted the fusion of the flesh 

I have already seen it, countless this is where

I peek into the window of the night. 

And she looks up

My face framed by the grilles

And she dips lower coming closer and 

closer, I am still there and I have no recollection 

of all memory.

But the accusers 

mock and the chair throws me off 

the lights flicker as

I enter and the bed a pit 

of needles, 

The pen i write these Blasphemous words.

My suicide note. My pen 

My pen.

A point at the end and ink flowing 

and writing on her body.

Om her body, forging and exploding

Expanding her mouth of opening 

the liqueur flows and they dictate the words

GUILTY GUILTY

but nay I am the innocent

:the victim! 

It is YOU reader, You ... 

you you, my sister, fucking the 

Writer. 

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