Thuron's blog: "Poetry"

Stop my heart from beating cannot stand to feel the emotions that lead to the pain, eventual pain she always hurts, never intentional always sorry tears...she has lied can I believe those? Can I touch them they seem real, no sign of illusion or slight of hand, cannot allow... No not again never again, why did you do it? (it was what i wanted to do) when you can't find no one to blame you just blame yourself. another notch she spews forth, repeated by love you, need you, never would of gone through with it never... Funny word never, It rarely means what it says... funny thing about love it seems to follow suit, funny thing about the heart it breaks so often it hardens and becomes a cold shell of what it once was. Funny thing about life... it ends. I'd never take my own life... NEVER.

Hands softly caress flesh words never spoken emerge from closed lips the sounds speak of ecstasy the taste sweet intoxicating lost for a moment in eyes that scream truth again they scream, more they scream addiction has set in the need to feel the one true moment when tounge and sweat and blood and lust take form and pull us closer to our little deaths. Draw me in hold me tight as we feel our bodies tense and release, hold me tight until we can breath as one again.