0chiel
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Joined: October 2022 Last seen: 1 year ago

Submitted Poems 4 total

Boiling Point Hate me tirelessly and let your maleficence ooze its viscous form. From the depths of a soul blacker than my skin you hate, hate. Shun love. Shun peace. Shun warmth. They lie. Nuzzle only that jagged, insatiable yearning for my sweet suffering.... – *by Robert Ochiel*	6 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Hahaha Would you prefer to know when you’ll die or where you’ll die? What a foolish question, surely you’d rather know where. How humorous it would be to question when. Everyday you do that hellish thing that drains the remnants of what was once a... – *by Robert Ochiel*	6 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Common nonsense No longer do his ears hear the chirping of birds, Sweet sounds of nothing have replaced them. The unrelenting buzz of the hive will follow. No longer does his tongue taste memories. Instant beige sustenance should suffice. And if not then so... – *by Robert Ochiel*	2 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Boiling Point Hate me tirelessly and let your maleficence ooze its viscous form. From the depths of a soul blacker than my skin you hate, hate. Shun love. Shun peace. Shun warmth. They lie. Nuzzle only that jagged, insatiable yearning for my sweet suffering.... – *by Robert Ochiel*	1 View added 1 year ago	Rating