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Infection by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

There’s a special place in Hell for me
and I am there right now.
If there is a way to end this pain,
then I must find out how.

These thoughts of you are maddening
and I must make them stop.
Surely they will end my life
if I find that I cannot.

There’s a special place in Hell for me
in which I shall remain.
I cannot get you off my mind—
you’re driving me insane.

The sight of you is blinding
it sears right through my soul.
I long for you obsessive,
I need you to feel whole.

There’s a special place in Hell for me,
a place where fire burns.
I can take this no longer—
the torment slowly churns.

The sound of you is deafening,
your whisper haunts me ever.
You call to me in my sleep,
freedom will come never.

There’s a special place in Hell for me—
the Hell you’ve brought me to.
I’ll burn for eternity,
I’ll spend it there with you.

Careless by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

Careless whispers fall spiteful from frozen
lips not willing to change—ever pushing
me further away. Do I save
this or die trying or do
I just walk away? You
don’t seem to care at
all either way.
Careless your
whispers
fall.

Skin by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

The way your skin feels
when it slides over mine
is enough to stop my heart beat
and erase the scars of time.

The way your skin smells
when you slip between the sheets
reminds me why I’m here;
you’re everything I need.

The way your skin sounds
when it’s pressed to my ear
resonates like electricity
surging very clear.

The way your skin looks
when it glistens in candle light,
I could sit here for hours,
I could stare at you all night.

The way your skin tastes
when I sink my teeth in deep
you look so very peaceful,
but I know you’re not asleep.

You Sting II by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

I
loved you
most when I
hated you for
days on end, but now
it seems that I just hate
you. You’ve driven me to this
end. Push harder, aim lower, cut
deeper. Congratulations you have
succeeded in destroying what was left.

Pulse by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

Asleep my bed—
music listens to my ears.
I thought ill of it and quite,
such sick delicious it wakes.

Yesterday worry killed my loves,
I thought it seemed rather still—
the dead kind found sick—betrayed,
asleep my music lay.

Stupignorance by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

Are
you an
ignorant
man, or just plain
stupid? I am quite
curious. You neglect,
neglect, neglect. I must be
just plain stupid. I grow weary
of this waste of time. I see things so
clearly now. It isn’t me—it’s YOU.

Score by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

There are a few notches in my bedpost—
you aren’t one yet, but soon.
One notch for all I’ve destroyed,
one notch for all I’ve consumed.

Wrath feels so delicious,
oh, the pleasure I derive.
If I carve a notch for you,
you’re lucky to survive.

I have notches in my bedpost,
not the traditional kind.
Cross me and I promise—
you won’t like what you’ll find.

Nightmare Revisited by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

My visions are disturbing—
like dreams, I’m falling.

Suspicion alone twists confusion,
my future flashes the past.

Subconscious the plot stalked
and haunted every dark night.

In terror ever witnessing
the falling away of light.

Nowhere worse
reliving the last.

Apart under all of the pieces—
night starts.

Abomination by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

the only thing that’s wrong with me is you
the only thing wrong with me is you
only thing wrong with me is you
only wrong with me is you
the wrong with me is you
wrong with me is you
with me is you
me is you
you

Baila con Diablo by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

You hand me a rope to hang myself,
then say that you’re in love.
How will you know when you’ve gone too far,
when is enough, enough?

You escort me to a cliff
in hopes that I will leap,
and I thought chivalry was dead.
You smile as I try not to weep.

You give me razorblades
then beg me not to bleed.
You tell me that you hate me,
but I’m everything you need.

You pass me a bottle of pills
and wait for me to gag on the water.
You actively participate
in this—my passive slaughter.

You toss me a gun
and a fist full of bullets.
I hold the cold steel,
but the trigger… you pull it.

Still Water by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

Storm crashing,
momentarily meandering
aware of myself
and the depth of inward shadow.

My motive trembles soft,
memories of wandered youth—
sharp reminiscence pierced gentle.
Broken images beyond my thoughts
crashed beneath the shore.

Fermented tides of blood beach.
My silhouette huddles now;
the shoreline houses
waves of swelling destruction.

Descent Revisited by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

I cloaked the demons in my shadows,
with this soul of darkness I walk the void.
I’m condemned by the light—
I am the damned.

Eternity to spend with this
torment in exile.

I’ve waited for Surrender—
this moment, my freedom from life.

In the valleys I hide;
yet, they stole me freely.
Wondering when survival comes
if I will fly.

Comedown by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

You are now but a mere
splash of red on the concrete.
How sad that you’re end was so
anti-climactic.

I feel so cheated—robbed!
Where are the fireworks
and choirs of angels?

You may have lost your life
but I lost an entire afternoon.

What a disappointment.

Untitled by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

Kiss

Kiss me ever gently—
in raptured bliss I lie.
Subtle whispers in passionate glances,
sweetly in slumber both you and I.

Varlet by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

You suffocate my will to be free. You
must desist this larceny at once,
recalcitrant knave. Withhold the
elixir of peace no more.
Occlude this clot of lust
that blinds me to your
deviltry. You
suffocate
my will,
knave.

Infiltraitor by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

Anticipating—

d
e
s
i
r
e

e x p o s e d,

s
c
a
l
d
i
n
g

yet

v u l n e r a b l e.

Dismember
myself

r
h
y
t
h
m
i
c

silky flesh suddenly

o m i n o u s

penetrated.

Winding Sheet by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

Your fierce gaze burns my tender, willing flesh.
Fingerprints remain ever deep like
a thousand memories of soft
moments long passed—I need you
here with me. Your passion
envelopes me dark.
Always I want
to burn in
your fierce
gaze.

Interminable by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

Your fingerprints indelible
dance across my skin,
visible eternally
revealing my sin.

I wouldn’t wash them away,
even if I could.
They remind me of you
and they feel so good.

Your handprints permanent
walk across my flesh—
no one loves me better,
you’re certainly the best.

I wouldn’t erase them,
no matter what.
Though they sting like glass,
it’s the softest cut.

Your lip prints indefinite
crawl across my skin,
I love the way they feel—
I long for you again.

Damage by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

Scarred judgment calls blazing.

A picture’s worth a thousand words,
for you there is just one.

Like silk worms born delicious,
tinges of memories dawn daily.

Tender skin evolved bitter;
shadows still defend the rebel child braving despair.

Change is watching and waiting
with glorious desire.

Reflections end—
I wasted the perfect smile.

Mutiny by Melyssa G. Sprott

9/6/2005

Long-splintered shards of silence fall hard like
shattered mirror glass. You stare at me
blankly; I can only stare right
back. It feels like I’ve lost you
already and hope is
fading fast. Don’t leave
me standing here
to fight this
alone.
Please.
It feels
like a part
of me is dead.
You’re the only one
who can resurrect it,
yet you act so cold towards me.
What happened to your warmth and will
to fight for me? You sit idly by
as I feel myself start to slip away.