demented

Posted April 10, 2006

A feeling~
Undecided how taken,
The way it overcomes~
Like locust,

Between the both~
It is valuable and priceless,
It could become something~
Never expressed,
Something one feels~
Once in a blue moon,

What can it be?

A churning within~
Burning, yet unnoticeable,
Like a knife piercing skin~
Painful but relaxing,
Warmth dripping from a wound~
Draining pain and sickness,

A gat held high~
Waiting to be released,
The feeling~
It is torture and pleasure,
Stress released in ways~
No one can imagine,

It's like poison~
Without an antidote to save you,
People have different views on life and love~
Mine are just plain Demented!