The Art of Depravity

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The Art of Depravity

I’ve been inside your sanctuary; I’m the fiend inside your dreams;
The monster of the darkest corners of your mind
I am the leech that feeds upon your inner thoughts
The insect living in your skin, indulging on your trepidation
Tonight I emerge from the shadows of your home
Your comfort’s blinded you; I’ve been inside you all along
And now I will unveil the face that even God could fear
The face you‘ll learn to love, the last face you will ever see
I yearn to consume you; I want your virgin blood on my hands
I feel your dread; there’s not a trace of hope left for you
Panic has paralyzed you; your fear gives me the strength I need
I watch you cower on your bed as you cry for salvation
I see the hopelessness in your pale blue eyes
I feel the quiver of your skin as I tie the ropes around your fragile wrists
I hear your screams, torment muffled by a gagged mouth
I smell your sweet aroma; I long to taste your supple flesh
Devoid of sanity, driven by dark desire
I cross the line that divides animal from man
The dormant primal impulses, the beast residing in us all
Hell, I am the animal in man
I’ll first toy with what’s left of your dignity
You cry for mercy, a pause for the inevitable
The brutality of your battery goes on for an eternity
Behold, a wingless angel, a forsaken mockery
Your blood flowing from your head gives me satisfaction
I strip your clothes, bare flesh and desires unto me
And now I perform the ritual of your desecration
Your wretched yells only excite my unrelenting joy.
Penetration through the walls of purity
What was a holy shrine is now equivalent to dirt
I take such pleasure in my act of bestiality
Inhuman and so vile, God’s temple now defiled
Devoid of sanity, driven by dark desire
I cross the line that divides animal from man
The dormant primal impulses, the beast residing in us all
Hell, I am the animal in man
You have no face; you have no name
You’re just a fucking tool that has already served its purpose
I’ve no remorse; I have no compassion
I have no emotion save for perverted joy
Your life is in my hands, dependant of my mercy
But I will grant you none, for dead maidens tell no tales
You’ll just be another number, a faceless object of pity
So keep your sweet lips shut, and take this awful secret to the grave.

Nice...........you had good flow and your structure was pretty decent and i like the way u stayed on Topic with it

Keep up the good Work

Pe@ce

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-Poeta.

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Wow, as I read this, it just got sicker and sicker, it was amazing, I think this is great poetry really talented and descripted, but wow, the vocabulary and the content of this piece was outstanding, and the way you described every motion, every line just brought a new imagination and a new thought, it was in, incredible detail, you kept me reading, and you kept me very interested, it was a very original topic, and you used it at its best, the entire piece was captivated in talent...this was a great piece, a great read too, I look forward to reading more om's/poetry by you...