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Odonko-ba Aug 2016
You sit at my table
And eat of my flesh

Do my entrails warm you
Of the cold outside?

Viscera visions of death
Erodes my mind
While you lay bare my bones

Does it amuse you
To watch me suffer so?

For even a buzzard
Shows pity

My heart pumps no more
From whence blood once flowed

A river
As dry as sand
written after discussing "The Burning Bed"  with a friend. I was left with these thoughts...
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
I can hear the sound of your heart
Beating viciously
Against my chest
Hard fast rhythmic beats

I can sense the blood
Pulsating your beautiful vein
Ah so sweet
The fear in your eyes
Submits to fatal flaws conceit

Escape futile
As the thought
That escapes your putrid little mind
Dissipates upon air unseen

You scream
One last attempt at independence
But you belong to me now

Drink of my vanity
Eat of my contempt
Until your belly bloats
Of my seed bursting at the seams
Expelling a magnificence
Never before seen

And they
My seed
Shall feast upon your flesh
Until dawn
Manifest itself
And consummates
The last remaining memory of you

For surely the sun shines bright
Upon a new day

I can still hear
The sound of your heart
Beating
Viciously

As it fades
An ode to Anne Rice The V. Lestat
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
She walks among stars as gods
bathed in blood

Her ***** maggots feast

Her eyes
an enchanting promiscuous carnelian culmination
such as one can't resist

A silent epitaph belies a deadly kiss bliss
until nothingness

You surrender
for death is sweeter than water gold
*** and taxes

Drink ye up lads and lasses
for her love discriminates not

Fill ye bowels of concupiscence
and prepare
to meet

My Queen
An ode to Anne Rice Queen of the ******
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
Salty tears
Slither like snakes in summer
Meandering moments of madness mused

Ratchet heart and rabid tongue retorts
Flimflam fluke fisticuffs fought

A mirrored mirage manically manifest
A parade of psychosis fevered pitch

Easy the embryo erased eternal
Gods grace given gone

Sanguine souls stand sequestered
A pitiful penitent they plead

A song of Solomon heralds
Cherubs on chariots
Carrying chalices crafted of gold

Seeks repentance refrained from sin

All souls suffer life myriad interpretations
And all
Must answer
In
The
End
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
In a world
As black
As the magic
Meandering the soft curves
Of your cultivated thighs

Lost in the immortal beauty
Of your lies

I am drawn into this illusion of life
You have created

I am your sucker at the end of my stick

I can find no escape from
This
desolate place

The cracks within your facade
Envelopes me my grave
Forever trapped dissipating love
Escapes me

There is no allure of grand grandeur
Of reciprocating hearts
Beating as one

Only this
cold
dark
dank
place

Where I find myself
An eternal prisoner

A slave
Of my own
Existence
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
she cries alone
drenched in tears
of her own shame
but not of her making

he ascended from shadows
and shadowed her
shattering her dreams
as easily
as did her *****

she became his fixation
a nightmare lived daily
where time
nor the hour
matters anymore

this monster
that looks as
human as we

invisible
to the eyes
of humanity

the unthinkable atrocities he commits
upon innocent flesh
he posses

shackled and caged like a dog

she cries alone

a burden
no child should have to bear

she thinks of her mother and
father
of her brother
and sister
and yes
of her dog
sam

if only she could warn them of
the monster
that lives next door

the monster
that comes to borrow sugar
or sip coffee
with mum on the porch

at times
drinking a few beers
with dad after work
boasting of games played
on the sports network

all the while stealing glances
at us children

she cries alone

who would believe her
this man
a pillar of the community
always
a helping hand

can't you see he's a sham
a monster
a *******
a child ******

ask him
as to my whereabouts
see if he answers you
with a straight face

the rattling of the cage
alerts her to his presence

he comes yet again

she cries
screams and
pleads for him to leave her alone

but this only seems
to give him pleasure

mocking her
he mounts her quickly
his screams and cries
of *******
the only sound left
heard in the room

a single solitary tear
falls from her eye

please God just let me die
she begs

her lament falling
upon deaf ears

maybe
it is God
who is dead or
maybe
God has no ears to hear

the monster has left the room
but his stench lingers
pervasively
like the smell of death

is it possible
to smell ones own death
she muses

for surely
she dies a little
each day

the death of
abandonment
the death of
loneliness
the death of
regret
the death of her
soul

if only
she was strong enough
to fight back

she would scratch out his eyes and
rip out his tongue
that filthy slimy thing
she would feed
to sam
he would eat anything

the thought
giving her slight amusement

the rattling of the cage
startles her

he's back yet again

she begins to cry...
Many of our children come up missing...but we have no ideal.  May God have mercy on us.
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
hearts
as cold as sleet
beating frigidly
within a desolated cavity

a wasteland of remembrance
teetering on madness
echoes thoughts of insanity

where words
vitriolic at best
cuts deep
beneath the soul

a place
where beauty once lived
lay ugly and abandoned...

and as winter creeps
through cracks long forgotten
love

lies trampled in the madness
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