Chocoerin’s poems for suckers of love…

My self destruction is imminent, either i destroy myself or everything around me…

Destruction breeds many goods things, and i am paving that path, to destruction and everything it creates…

In death there is life…

I’ve always looked so strong outside this shell,

Because problems rarely enter my home,

I’m not used to being in my own hell,

But am always ready to bear my tomb…

That is my weakness, my vengeful dear soul,

It hangs on the balance of love and hate,

Never reaching any one of its goals,

So fragile that threats it eliminates…

It burrows if it can’t face enemies,

It rots from within, tainting my conscience,

Ever lingering under alibis,

Hell bent on its desires of red vengeance…

Only a matter of time that i burn,

Crashing my life down my own hell and urn…

And now, i think of her… (she is the collection of girls that i adore, the very imaginary perfection of my perverted, cruel and twisted fantasies)

My twisted unclean one…

She is all i wanted and have for now,

The future is never a certain thing,

She is not the forever that i know,

She adapts to my melody’s liking.

She burns down my very early morning,

Like the cold caffeinated cobra drink,

Rejuvinating sting keeps me pumping,

Pulling me close, and closer down the brink.

That century tuna keeps me healthy,

Like her, who is good for this heart of sin,

Addictive satisfying lustfully,

She’s my drug, my all, my nymphetamine.

I can’t help it, but to crave for her touch,

Withering, tainting, unpure love of mine.