systematic symphony
pragmatic pornography
blasphemous banality
in this derelict dictionary
where i fit warily
tearing pages to burn for heat
I want the warmth to envelop me
fire pit rising and turning
your words to ash before me
one last gash on your achilles of sanity
the weakness tweaked and left
peaked in death to bleed for breath
sift through this
blissful twist on
a daylight kiss
turned to nightfire embers
left to float
on a cloud of smoke
to the heavens and choke
the gods from their homes
cinders splinter and winter denied
heat and failure a volatile combine
take your seats ticket free and
be my concubines
taste the end bittersweet
and tender like the meat
falling from your bones into
the pit of a thousand more
listless corpses
once forces to be reckoned with
now beckoned to my door
seconds later my pleasure
deformed contorted their humanity
into indescribable form
the killer kills
the doctor of life's ills
release...RELEASE
i need your blood on my hands
to tame the beast again
to silence the need
to breed and believe
and plant the seeds
complete the cycle
and fertilize with your skull
the weeds that have entangled my soul
dramatic attraction
static distractions
disastrous contraption
in the world i live in
fuck me to the sound
of my blade coming round
the silence found
in the darkness that surrounds me.
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