Phobic Poets.

PHOBIC POET.
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She wears corrosion just like me.
Eroded sexuality.
A phobic poet doing time.
Her every hour spent with mine.
Tasting nothing but decay.
Eternal youth to waste away.
Barren skin that maps demise.
Projected youth in tortured eyes.
Furrowed brows and aching head.
Another season spent in bed.
Ruthless beauty takes the fall.
Aching shadows climb the wall.
In search of anyone but me.
My demolition anarchy.
Insanely twisted, born to die.
On every kiss a lullaby.
Youthful vigour sadly lost.
We regress and waive the cost.
Huddled in our own remorse.
Private battles plot their course.
Happy as we are to sleep -
beneath a sky that slowly creeps,
above our un-invited minds.
Lethargically our senses grind.
Cyber-poets posting verse.
A strangers hand, a touch perverse.
The deepest thought of shallow me.
I forward you depravity.
Insane lamented puerile song.
Our every sigh, a touch too long.

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