To be taken silently with violence Not to utter a salutation Just the cracking of a door hinge And a look that indicates that stopping your desires would be laughable An absurdity not to be pondered!
The jolting sound of head cracking against metal And wrist yearning to be ground to the bone After hours of furtive clutching The kind on nail bending fervor that just takes the taste right from bread
Grabbed into a cranium synthesis Im am forever enslaved in the darkest corridor of your existence I doubt I will ever be able to leave this lighting wasteland The eagerness pounding through the point were skin meets weapon
I am infiltrated like a shanty filled village A real slum filled valley Hopeless against tracking systems and torture methods You plunder my underdeveloped hospitality Like Jesus to a farm boy
As I scream ******* Mongoloid I am gasping into your filth A sacrificial lamb Bliss by the slaughter wells
Mouthfuls of disgust As your knees jab deep into skid row Grinding the forgotten and the deserted Until they are flattened corpses
****** dry of the water holding them together You are pleased The phantom has been fed and to ask for seconds would only tease the lamb As I lay gushing organs with a smirk
Broken bent and emaciated I feel alive and it is wondrous.