Special Kind of Creep

I’m a ghost.

Vanished from unsafe world.

One I have caused because it had taught me.

One I revoke so I could be free.


While they blindly walk across darkness

Wearing the same shoulders, hipbones, and cock sizes

whispers I want, he wants and chalked wishes.

Why are you looking for the non existent?


While an army of wolves cloak in desires.

The black lady caved me in some corner of unknown

I’m the same creep hiding from control.

No one won but she who had stolen my innocence


He who is rare dares not to touch but look

He who knew the dangers of my cold grim heart

torched by strong arms, feathered by lightness

Yes. The sight of you makes me cry.


He who’s skin I cannot indulge.

He who’s heart I cannot crush.

For the battle is between among who needs the grace of war.

An angel has no place on earth.

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  1. “He who knew the dangers of my cold grim heart.” I love this line, remarkable. 🙂

    Alex and Stephen.


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