Because I could not tell this demon,
it did kindly tell me it wasn’t all a fantasy
Paraphanelia of the supernatural, everywhere,
Yet not a drop of tormented screams to tell nor see
You can tell its mental manipulation, ungodly beauty, but I choose to be deceived.
Disarmed by a seducing look
Naked as the first female form -I almost believed I was in the garden of Eve
the antichrist led me to become this incurable junkie.
Never forget the unalterable attempts to resist its allure
All attempts were futile I remained a hopeless druggie.
A succubus, however hard it tries,
Will always be a compelled rogue demanding to be in need.
Does this dream walker make you lust after?
Or does loving it make you bleed?
When I think of this Lileth, I see an entity in need of consuming Chi .
Grunt, gheep, grope
Eventually, this demon will depart with my seed.
*I needed a writing prompt and I decided to use a poem generator
this was the original computer-generated poem and I was inspired to change it to make a piece of work my own.
Because I could not tell for Addict,
it did kindly tell for me.
Addict, Addict, everywhere,
Yet not a drop to tell.
You can tell, you can get, but can you believe?
I cannot help but stop and look at the incurable junkie.
Never forget the unalterable and hopeless junkie.
A fiend, however hard it tries,
Will always be rogue.
Does the fiend make you shiver?
When I think of alcoholics, I see a depressed personality.
Crash. crash, crash.
Posted on Apr 29, 2020, in poetry and tagged Creativity, dark poetry, Emotions, Experimental Poetry, free verse poetry, Life, poetry, self-motivation, spirituality, writing prompts. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.