hellsforheroes

I am older by numerics today...so, i shall title this piece

Postmordem Afterbirth


Words used to pour out of my eyes
Like a bloody fever
Drum beat African
Fertile

Dire tireless
Romantic
In the glances
Of seduction

Rotten
On the floor
Writhing
Like a placenta

Or stripper
With a shotgun
Holy
Twat

But that was eons
Distant
From here
Dying now

Luster pulsing
Puss
Loveless
Full of infamy

As a serial killer
For god
Messiah
And saint


...this piece kinda sucks...don't tell the guy that wrote it....