depravity – willowdot21

Just Jot It January: A Good Night

It’s Friday night and she is out with her besties.

She has worked hard all week and it’s time to let her hair down

They have some shots before they go, put themselves at their ease.

Need to forget the week and and their troubles drown.

Short skirts high heels, false lashes red lips

Tonight they are going out it is their playtime

They’ve all topped up with voddy, slight slurs weaving hips

Out they sally into the night, no coats, young girls in their prime

Early hours freezing cold , tights ripped heels broke

She has been sick and wet herself no shred of selrespect

Lying in her own mess shaking as she chokes

People passing by dissmiss her as a social reject.

OH! her friends had all left her there,she could die of shame

She hopes no one she knows has seen her staggering around

Why had she not taken care, not played that drinking game

Her face was gashed , her knee grazed where she’d fallen on the ground.

Too many young people and many many are girls binge drink read here

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Slave of the bridge.

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Every night she crosses the bridge betwix life and death.

Carrying the tormented souls that are of hope bereft.

Her shadow like its owner empty and lost gently follows.

She looks for life and love for she has none, her heart and soul are nothing but hollow.

The moon looks on and gently weeps as she, her lonely vigil keeps.

Misery and desperation are tangible in the air.

Colours she craves colours, rest she craves rest and the warm of another body

She craves colour and warmth and above all sleep, this is her life not her hobby.

Demon hands reach through the slats of the bridge searching for souls, they do not want hers it is long gone!

They scratch at her heels they pull at her ankles they hurt her but worse they hold her back and drag her down so she never sees the sun!

Pour lost soul there is no hope left for her, nightly she stumbles on alone tortured and held by invisible rope.

Pray for her, plead for her as she in torment wails, she is condemned to this for eternity, no chance of escape for her, no hope.

On the Edge

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Nonnet

On the edge my senses truly stripped

Not hearing your sentenses clipped.

Cold, shivering barely dressed

My aroused body caressed.

Shall I take the step

Its one long trek.

But a huge

Step to

Nought

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Haiku

Dark road winds into night

Dawn long up and fled

Crow screaches infinity

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Poem

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She waits half naked on the brink

Fouled, dirtied and despoiled

She can no lower sink.

All efforts for redemption foiled

Her body too often and too freely given

Black her soul no room for feelings

All gentleness and love, away has been driven.

Her legs weak and stained , she feels the brush of angel wings.

Her heart awakes, she is racked with remorse and pain

Supine she stretches and prays for death

She aches to feel clean and whole again

To be forgiven and clensed of sin, she longs for her last breath.

Her immortal soul to pieces torn,

She no longer expects to be forgiven.

The Final Act

This is the final concert the last and final act! You will not be leaving here dears with your bodies or souls intact!

OMG they they were fucking epic this closing act they took the audience in their hands and squeezed the life out of them just like a tiny cat.

No one could quite believe what they all saw with their eyes the girl she was on fire (smoldering) and he covered in maggots and flies.

But the music held them it lulled them into trust , sadly that is where it all fell apart as their souls were turned to dust.

Something in the music turned them all mad if it had not been such a free for all you might of thought it sad. It was nothing more than an orgy couples at it everywhere naked arses and boobs abounding everywhere. As the music grew louder orgasmic cries could be heard the crowed could not get enough of each other” YES YES ” was all that could be heard.

As the music got even louder and blood began to flow from their noses and their ears and between their lips, why, we will never now. They all began to drink the blood they loved the bitter metallic taste , they sucked it from each other, the lapped it from the floor not a drop went to waste. The howls rose up loud and clear for MORE, MORE, MORE!!!

Death and his daughter Apathy performed their fatal act, louder, louder their music rose and the walls began to crack! The floor beneath the audience suddenly gave way. Not surprising it could not take all the shagging that took place that day! The ceiling started falling as the crowed fell down to hell and Satan and hoards stoked up the fires and greased their wrack’s and shout “Thanks Death that went well!!”

So Death turned to his daughter Apathy, he grinned at this spectre that he loved so very well and said to” Okay Sweetie we gave them merry hell!! ”

Dark Angel

I can see him in the dark I can see him watching me. He is pissed and he is angry he furious with me.

There he stands the dark angel, planing how next to torture me he is cruel and he is clever he has so many tools to use on me.

He can make me beg for mercy he can make me scream for pain he finds out how to take me so near then just knock me back again.

Knowingly he can touch me where the fire burns the most, drawing and drawing until I implore for sating then he kicks me to the floor.

He can lift me his hands in my sweet places, rest me on his joyous gift then as ecstasy is in reach toss me off as so much shrift.

He can leave wet and breathless crying out for sweet relief he can drag me down to places that are so far from your belief. I am open wide to him but he does not care he will make me beg and pleased for it and then just rape me with his stare.

Here he comes the dark angel a smile upon his face he drags me across the floor strips me naked pulls me wide open, then displays to the world my disgrace.

The Choice

Standing on the threshold betwixt day and night , which way to step forward into the day or backwards away from the light.

You only have one chance in this moment of your life to choose the path you take next, what will it be. You need to be careful lest you lose. It’s easy to tricked it is easy to be fooled it is no use employing knowledge taught to you at school.

To one side there daylight green fields and oceans blue but with all that beauty there is plenty grief and heartache too. On the dark side there lust, sex and unending life. No care for anyone no warmth or tenderness when you can rip a heart out what use is a gentle caress.

If you step into the sunshine your stay by comparison will be brief but with daylight and human feelings you can find some relief. You may wake one morning after sleeping with your chosen male to find something in you growing that will make all hardships pale. You may stand one dark night with your dead child in your arms screaming at the moon for your inability to keep the babe from harm. But then you could find comfort in the heat of love, a few minutes break from the pain sent from heaven above.

Step into the dark it is a different tale you will care for none and everything and anyone is for sale. You will try to quench your aching thirst for sex , blood and depravity you will not care who or what you use to set your lust free. You will use what ever means to sate your thirst. Just like a craven beast because that will be your curse! You may choose a mate but neither of you will be true and beware how ever you treat them so they can so treat you!