The molecular rat had come
Seeping into the ***** that pumps
The red plush through the body
In which you helped it ache, swell, implode
The bleeding blue-ish white in the body
Runs out of the mouth, nostrils and shoots the eyes to a passion.
The heartache of passion, the lust for love, the tender stench of ethereal beings
Deceiving
The swelling of my heart
The callous torture of my soul
The gangrene demise of my spirit.
Remember
the being I gave myself
with your faithful hiding
Remember
the bittersweet taste of the fruit of the inevitable
that we all call
death.
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 8:35 AM UTC
The molecular rat had come
Seeping into the ***** that pumps
The red plush through the body
In which you helped it ache, swell, implode
The bleeding blue-ish white in the body
Runs out of the mouth, nostrils and shoots the eyes to a passion.
The heartache of passion, the lust for love, the tender stench of ethereal beings
Deceiving
The swelling of my heart
The callous torture of my soul
The gangrene demise of my spirit.
Remember
the being I gave myself
with your faithful hiding
Remember
the bittersweet taste of the fruit of the inevitable
that we all call
death.
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