Legion

Legion

A Poem by TheScreamingSadist

Pacing, writhing.
Laughing,
crying. We are
one and
we are many holding
hands, dancing. Look
at me
with pleading
eyes and bite
into the
black-hot flesh
of our
passion. Drink in
the essence
of
your fathers.
You are
your father.

© 2010 TheScreamingSadist


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wow this was very powerful and intriguing at its best. Loved it.

Posted 4 Years Ago


This just makes me imagine a "primitive" world of an ancient race of people who loved to just be wild people. Wild as in, living on a beach, having fires and partying every night, but in the day knowing what it means to survive and be a live. Better than this s**t we live in now.

I'm not sure if that's what you wrote about, in fact it probably isn't the subject at all, but it's inspirational nonetheless. Your poems are awesome.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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