The Drumming
The river of broken promise riddles spun from there bones there they come hill littered when fallen hope visions spark the beginning blind in a world of sight bound in blackend light spoken in a far lost tongue lies he will spew born of a lust
Queen of the beast
A perculiar beast dwells within she has to be kept caged please do not release her her passion is driven by rage out she'll come with no help there is no need to provoke her lust and hunger drives her her fire, you need not stoke howls
Ep20-Backtracking for the 3rd time-The Tamers of shadow
The club of lust. the gangs of wrath and lastly the factory of gluttony. they figured out that whomever is starting these shadow castles are tethering them down someway, as if it was some sort of link tying them down.
Stalemate
But whether is it love or lust, i'm not certain." "lust?" jo asks, "but you told me you didn't check me-" "i know, i kinda lied... i was just saying so that you won't be disgusted or something.
Venturing: Awaitor
Someone had managed to drive up his pent up lust. how? i sometimes wonder..." i stepped into their conversation, answering the red dragon. "a dildo and a jar was found on top of the desk. inside the small room."
Thief
The sight of things, the feel of them, the needy lust, the once in a life chance. i see something i want, something i may need, or may simply want, i go to investigate. learned lessons become active.
Eau de Kitsune
Her rape, her lust, her misery, the very last thing that you see, it's slinking softly from her--see? a tail, your lost humanity.
Hardstyle Borderland Poem
Hardstyle and i think of a world like this- hardstyle this is my land i call borderlands where in freezing cold, death is a priveledge when the heat can melt anyone's face you make me more free than i'll ever be the sounds you makes only cause more lust
poem: innocence
;wasn't what i thought it be black and white with no grey there is no innocence its all tainted all sinned evil and no good to be within there no innocence we are loss in corruption it's the greed and pride the vanity of lust
Let it Die
Why try if all you care for is the lust? the ship we've built is sinking, i won't stay i don't think we could even pray, there's no saving what we use to own so i'll continue on in this life all alone.
Poem #52: Chaos
_chaos_ butterflies are floating in the dust cringing away from all the pain lying in the dark and lust now all the pleasure must remain sometimes waiting is unfair sleeping in with rocks and hell fires swallowing all the air all purposes in
Forlorn
Love, lust, or simply pleasure. as the hours tick by ever so slow. i can't help but wonder where i will go. certainly forward, never looking back. but thoughts soon cease as i fade to black. dark shadows cast and demons creep.