Twisted Little Pleasures.

Twisted Little Pleasures.

A Poem by Ignorance Was Bliss Everything Was Free

Sick I am!
You tell me again....
My Sweet I know.
I Love the sickening pain.

So I'm up late with you.
I hear the voices in my head,
The awful things they say.
Sick, twisted, dilluted noises.

I turn as you leave
I'm laughing Inside.
I love this s**t!
They get me off, in oblige.

I fall into sleep
Or am I really awake.
He comes to me again,
Oh darling I say TAKE!

Better than you.
He is yes, he is.
In Dream or wake,
The nights now are bliss.

© 2009 Ignorance Was Bliss Everything Was Free


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Added on October 19, 2009
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Ignorance Was Bliss Everything Was Free
Ignorance Was Bliss Everything Was Free

In My head, AZ



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