Category : Poems

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Your thought became a fugitive
So,i was sketched out of its breathe
My fresh loin,booked under your palms
I thought I was human
How soothing to know my God
When I met your first lips
The fondling of your traveling hands
Oh how they made me live!
The whole of me
Given into your seemingly caring hands
I became a woman

I was ready
To meet the world with you
To see all of our future
Written in your eye lead
Oh we had a world!!

But all the while
The whole of these while
You thought you made fun
With a ghost brought alive
From wreath of your smoke
Crafted out of cigarette
A ghost of your wildest dream

When our lips take us to heaven
In the earthly way
The whole of me in-between your mouth
I slowly burn away
While you had your thought
Your fun was made.
In my infinite exhaust
A victim of the pleasure
Forged by your thought

Oh how I crumbled!!!
Beneath the sole of your eyes
I reduced to nothing
My emptiness contained me.

But then I see it again
Another ghost to take my place
Who like me is the breathe of a man
From artisan thought that forges us
The smoky being posing as woman
Who soon will fade into dust
And left to wane out of thought
Hewn in the fun that raped our trust
To lay eaten 
In the mouth of the illusionist



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Please read like you wants to read a poetry and not some newspaper article because someone read from the context but out of the connotative meaning and inferred that I am Antichrist...
Whereas the poem is about all women who became a victim