I’m no messiah
The We’s dead and gone with no revival,
Addicted to every drop of the poison that drips from your Saliva,
trapped by the denial of…
Love
The issues goliath,
why you bothering me? Let me decay in my throne of disgrace atop of the Himalayas
Casting jagged stones of hate into the window pane of my translucent home
Shattered mental pieces litter the floor,
your heart the bible
my lust the rifle
A fucking male whore
your trust I misplaced
I made the mistake.
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Amir Holloway aka DatGuy
I am a poet, writer, and self-published author of the new Anthology of poems and erotic shorts stories Sex with Luna.
A big nerd, but hopeless romantic, I have spent most of my time reading while writing poetry and sensual shorts of my daily adventure in life!
Currently, I am working on my first novel Rose Red, Snow White, that's heavily influenced by Zane and Stephen King (My two Favorite authors of all time).
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