A soft tainted beauty. Within a kind and loving neglect. Your dark distant loving shadow. You keep trying to resurrect. The floating flowing hands, are gently cradled within its own sultry dissipation. Seeking some type of distant fulfillment, within every empty inclination to suffocate yourself from life. The unwilling giving. They are hopelessly dragging and slagging their scarred knees. Torturing themselves effortlessly, and on a daily basis. As they are always willing to please. The sycophant’s disease. The seen and unseen. Your empty untasted life. Falling in between. Time will always be here waiting for you. Your unfortunately distressed reason and rhyme. Releasing the undesirable temptation away. Empty and fulfilled throughout time. Some may find it difficult; taming or entertain their daemon. Never taking the time to understand its meaning or reasoning. The beautiful dark tranquility, which lies solemnly within. Will set forth onto the world, within your shortened lifetime to begin. The distant memories of the far sighted are near. Both are vividly seen. Intuitive and internally clear. These shy forgotten moments; hiding within the internal. The lifespan of the never-ending abrasive eternal. Always setting forth from the wreckage of the past. Opening the blistering strength within the infernal journal. Furiously ablaze within the aching arches. The shining and bright red light. Never mentioning; keeping your strengths a secret within itself. The soft delicate words of a fleeting internal fright. Clasping and grasping. Masking and basking. Always feeling around in the dark for itself. The throbbing, pulsating urge; pounding itself from within. Yearning and burning. Stabbing and grabbing. Kissing and fucking. Committing another untainted skin atrocity. Depravity has always known of me. I am the father of its birth. I will never be the bringer of its death. From without, to all the way within my hollowed-out shell. The symptoms within a mechanical dialect. The seeds I have sewn tightly into the depths of its carnality. The smell of necrotic tissue. The taste of fleshy enthusiasm. The consummation is rotting me away. The masses of human waste. Another tedious display of attention and affection seeking. Killing themselves for fifteen minutes of shame.
A Soft Tainted Beauty
Published by ggkalfas
G.G. Kalfas is an American born author and publisher. He is also the noted author of many books, which encompass his experiences within life and death, as these experiences are displayed through the subject matter of his short stories. His intention for writing these books, is to display the importance of philosophy and psychology, as they play an integral part of the development contained within the experience of the human condition. Within his development, G.G. was compelled towards music, poetry, art, philosophy, and psychology. He was also the lead guitarist in a Houston based metal band, as well as the owner of an underground art gallery. He now spends his time writing about the darkness within the human expression, while exploring the hidden knowledge contained within the depths of life, death, and what may or may not exist beyond human consciousness. View all posts by ggkalfas
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