cruelmaster

I suppose that there may be a few who read the randomness that I put here, and I thank you all for proving that life can be found by accident. I hope that my poetry inspires, challenges, and/or entices all who read it to see things differently, if only for a moment...



As you look in my eyes, what do you see?
is it visions of darkness, past pain of memory?
is it a sick and mistreated love of family as one,
or is it the dark brooding image of a flesh feind undone?
will these strong subtle hands ever again meet the warmth of supple new skin,
or will my life make these simple pleasures a terrible sin?
why do I dream such dark foul and wonderful dreams,
erotic, sadistic, filled with massochistic screams...
why do I hunger for such forbidden things,
this wonderful dark in me, spreading it's wings...
how do my inner demons cope with what I've become...
perhaps they've all gone now, or perhaps joined into one...
it's sordid and sad, this position I'm in
an encouraged taste for blood and soft skin
what is the purpose for the things that I see,
why do my dreams never end with pain and misery,
why does it seem that these dreams could be real
like a dark, pleasant, fantasy of the love that I feel...
I sit here and wonder, I wait and I see
this vision grows stronger, and might soon come to be...