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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Do You Fear Me?
Do you fear me? You ungrateful curs With your bones of need Dare i give you the satisfaction And lay my soul at your feet? What more could you want What more could you need? Do you hear me? You cynical bastards My fantasy is my own to hold Keep your tentacles inside your feast Leave my poor body alone Do you even care for me? This I ask more and more The need to love, the need to know Grows stronger day by day Little by little How much do I need? How much more could I want? And I have to say I want it all, I want it anyway I can I love it, I need it, I crave it With a fierceness that corners me in my bed Do you fear me yet? My lonely ones Kneel before your queen Give to me your jewels and virgins Cover me in your blood Do you see now? The growing hunger? The thirst for your flesh? The bloody battle before you Comes with great haste Be prepared to sacrifice All that you hold dear I intend to decimate And leave you smothered in fear
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