Poetry "I'm With You"
I'm With You.
Channel your travels into my blood, you will surly find morbid objects who penetrate me like nettles.
My type is a sectioned selection who wants to inject the rejection into your blood vessels.
If i could hang you by the ankles, then strangle the remains of what is left of you in a blanket.
To release the true animal, who is unhandled, damaged from panic and daring to be romantic.
Could i possibly release the creep, who sneaks in such a rare way.
Moves to the sound of a fiddle and signals his commands thru the air waves
The bottom plate of my nature is to rearrange the name of the creator
The top plate is a rotten grape with a juice inside that taste like that of a failure
All three of your wishes wouldn't make my vision any less vicious,
You can tamper with my lips occupying them with kisses, but know that my path is encrypted
Spirits that come with wishes discard the realms of promises.
If you're in hell, then you will see me, i shall pass you the minerals
My energy penetrates the entry of your hand and expands within your skin cells
I'm With You.
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