Harrowing. Heroin.
Inject, digest. Incest,
Molest. Jump to,
Leap out, certain
Feelings to do without.
All in all, just another
Brick in the wall. Fall,
Behemoth, wretch the
Ground for worms while
You’re there. Stare at the soil,
Coil up like a snake and bite
The air, mindlessly, while
The world curls up to
Sleep.
Seep out, the plasma drains
Your blood, mere feelings
To do without. Anemic,
Contorted. Bulimic,
Retarded. Restarted,
Cold-hearted. All in
All, just another brick
In the wall. Tall trees,
Swallowing bees,
Red waved seas full of
True redeems…fantasy
Green, my love is clean.
Green fantasy, I am
Your enemy, my
Love is dirt.
Am I a whore?
Is my fetish gore?
I have never felt
Better. Time to gouge…
Mere reasons to do
Without. Malaria,
Vomit, hysteria,
Comets. Dementia,
Necrophilia, adventure,
Acrotomophilia. Cut
Me in half, let me bleed.
Pull in my ropes, rape me, please.
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