I weep maggots and speak in ink.
I breath in graveyard dust and see in hues of nightshade.
I feel death's razorblade kisses on my wrists... Molesting to the bone.
The smoldering bite marks on my neck...
The aersnic-laced claw marks down my back...
The boney tongue whispering putrid nothings into my ears...
All the while...
Raping a lonely soul inside a sodden home...
I laugh...
A decayed thing left to wither in memories.
Another wretched on the slab
Hidden under Nature's lustful skirt...
Fornicating with all manner of carrion
On the grim marital bed in a narrow-house...
Home.
Sweet.
Fucking.
Home.
I breath in graveyard dust and see in hues of nightshade.
I feel death's razorblade kisses on my wrists... Molesting to the bone.
The smoldering bite marks on my neck...
The aersnic-laced claw marks down my back...
The boney tongue whispering putrid nothings into my ears...
All the while...
Raping a lonely soul inside a sodden home...
I laugh...
A decayed thing left to wither in memories.
Another wretched on the slab
Hidden under Nature's lustful skirt...
Fornicating with all manner of carrion
On the grim marital bed in a narrow-house...
Home.
Sweet.
Fucking.
Home.
APRIL 2012
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