The nails I’d grown
To cultivate
Dug deep & hard
In pallid flesh
I pulled my skin
Across my chest
And felt my ribs
That grasped for breath.
And as I lay
The more I thought
What tastes disturb
Upon my tongue
As teeth bit hard
On anxious flesh
And death recoiled
At what I’d come.
As nerves crept through
My empty veins
I challenged sense
Of earthly realms
Those cries I hear
On silent winds
That sing of death
And thrive in dreams.
Was I the one
That took first bite
Upon your stained
& soiled sheets
And satins touch
Is Satans lust
That spurred us on
In savage feast.
Inside I feel
The acids joy
That courts my soul
And marries minds
As logic flirts
And lures my will
In dance that speaks
Of tales unkind.
To walk in death
With memories lost
As shadows flit
We move in time
And nails that press
And rip my skin
Are needles through
My ravaged arm.
Now gone are days
And gone is slumber
As nights draw in
And waken me
To taste your flesh
Is my desire
And purge myself
Of dignity.
Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 10:08 AM UTC
The nails I’d grown
To cultivate
Dug deep & hard
In pallid flesh
I pulled my skin
Across my chest
And felt my ribs
That grasped for breath.
And as I lay
The more I thought
What tastes disturb
Upon my tongue
As teeth bit hard
On anxious flesh
And death recoiled
At what I’d come.
As nerves crept through
My empty veins
I challenged sense
Of earthly realms
Those cries I hear
On silent winds
That sing of death
And thrive in dreams.
Was I the one
That took first bite
Upon your stained
& soiled sheets
And satins touch
Is Satans lust
That spurred us on
In savage feast.
Inside I feel
The acids joy
That courts my soul
And marries minds
As logic flirts
And lures my will
In dance that speaks
Of tales unkind.
To walk in death
With memories lost
As shadows flit
We move in time
And nails that press
And rip my skin
Are needles through
My ravaged arm.
Now gone are days
And gone is slumber
As nights draw in
And waken me
To taste your flesh
Is my desire
And purge myself
Of dignity.