Masoquista

My love, bite my lips, for blood they leak.
Now close your eyes and cry me tears.

Bring to me your love,
Let me fight your fears.

Be one with me…

My fingers shall be one with your tenderness,
And your blood shall marry with my sweat.

Bury your nails into my flesh, till my skin sits dead under it.
For to me, Pain is my only escape, my only pleasure.

The entities of a destined misconception, granting an explanation to your understanding not suffice.

Now, please, bite my lips till they bleed,
Exhaust me; stifle me to my near demise.

At the altar I lie and the church’s cross be turned upside down,
For shackles and chains peel my dying flesh.

A slave I am to your love, to the pain at my heart you inflict.
Torture me till my soul feels, so I pay my regrets...
For the nails pounded into his living limbs were of my joy.

Forgive me, for I have learnt to fear but there is darkness in me that’s rooted further than the remains of my rotten heart; my soul bleeds black and the words that hail from my lips are poisoned to slowly kill.
“What have I done, save me father.”
Forgive me.
I repent.
Forgive and forget the many smiles I have ever destroyed.

My Death

My death be the destruction of my mothers art and the pain be in vain of her existence, for I am ignorant to the truth that happiness sets before me and I’m blinded by the perspective that sadness portrays.

Crazed by anguish and a love that could never be fully met, I slaughter hope as it makes reach toward my squeaking door.

I’m scared to know that love isn’t where I’ve invested most of its fruit and I’m scared to know that I cradled the cold embrace of betrayal for so long.

I can’t find myself, nor do I know who I really am, but I’ve managed to find my esoteric assembly; the only few to truly understand.

The simplicity I seek seems further than my reach and though I live on its corridor I am not given the peace to enjoy its splendor.

All I seek is the joy, and I am constantly discouraged to live but I don’t know why. I bury deep the voiceless coerce that I so passively let destroy the inner me.

For I find no visible foot path that could lead me to my true home…

My heart burns and my eyes tear only to think that I’m no where near its occurrence.

It’s my duty and I shall see to it, there is a frame to set her portrait high.

Reaper's Frown

A reaper's frown...

you are lost in all thoughts and can't face reality
you have once walk with God and now you are lost.

Your anger and sorrows will never surface from under your skin, like the sweat the your conscience perspires.
Helpless you attempt to change routes onto the boulevard you once walked.
The boulevard that directed you to an eternal life.

“It is obvious you fear losing because you have once lost.”

You tend to describe your world as colorful and with no bounds yet
your trace is black and you are a master, a creator of frowns.

You are your own enemy and you are convinced that loving some one is easier than loving yourself.
For the black ashy trail you leave and the burning soul you take with you smell much like brimstone from hell.

Again, you drown in all sorrows and turn numb with all anger inside you
for all you have is a reaper's frown.

For the life without the boulevard lives a reaper with no bound.


Written by: Daniel H. Schluckebier

Strawberry

On a reaping day...

There you are, still and untouched
Juicy as ever, I can't stop looking.

You have created an appetite in me
like never before.

I am surprised at the fact that he
barely pays you any attention;
nor has he picked you up.

He gives me a suspicious look,
I look away and consciously wonder if you are his
and I ask myself,"Is he gonna make the move?"

Your smell in the air I can almost practically taste,
I'd beg for a bite; only one bite.

May God forbid me getting caught and
may my sin of self satisfaction be forgiven.

Its the first and I wish not the last that
I will savor your passionate flavor.

For my lips will once again bind onto your rosy and tender flesh.

For your sweet and natural taste cure my crave and need for you.

"For them many that witnessed me picking from another man's basket,I beg your understanding."

Written By: Daniel H. Schluckebier
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