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O meu pensamento

Genesis

Maio 28, 2017

Isis Erzsébeth Báthory

 

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 So peerless was the man

At licking the Priest's opus

That Kitra foraged accross the unholy ground

In a flurry of lust to pleasure and possess him

The insipid ´Cain, the Moon's slave

For Awan was too involved in the cult of the Sun

Pierced in bloody forests as he reaped for his Goddess

And ran with the brute creation Kira had offered him

Gulping for life

Cain, roaming, gave in to Kitra's Sin

But not without her spreading her smirk around his pulsing neck

His undivine attention won

and fangs came to grips

But no seed ever passed from him

 

Some hate

Maio 27, 2017

Isis Erzsébeth Báthory

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Rather than breaking away

Maintain something hateful

I no longer remember the excruciating pain

I just blew it

I guess I need a reminder of what it feels like to be abused

I must have looked for it

It could have been anyone else's words

Giving my tears to no one

When I loved, I got (ab)used

The thoughts flow through my mind

Your touch stays on my skin 

Your hateful words stay in my head

I feel it sinking in

Here come my insecurities

I almost expected you to leave.

Were you really loving me?

 

 

Wrecked pretty toy

Setembro 26, 2016

Isis Erzsébeth Báthory

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Pretty toy

What a pretty, pretty toy she was

A doll, a plastic doll

So she felt like

A toy for men and women to play with

So important they were these big adults

Way more filthy than she would ever be

There was a gun,

And a hole in her head

She was a bitch, no more than a bitch

Death was the best she could hope for

Her eyes, her heart

Her mind, her soul

What a wrecked pretty toy

Bewildered

Setembro 25, 2016

Isis Erzsébeth Báthory

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 "Sorry" he said

It was just a game

He liked the innocense

He liked the childshness

He'd spend the afternoon inside her

But it was just game he said

And she bled for what seemed like hours

She bled for years

The little girl with the blue sandals

And her seducting childshness

She wore her sorrow like a cloak

Feeling bewildered and tormented

She raced through the world 

And then locked herself out of life

 

 

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