Slaughter with fangs that love to incise,
lust to ring and roar
plastic zips that smother too tighten,
feast on hindered breath takings.
Pull to gorge against their blessed soulless upbringings.
It's not terrifying,
not bloodless lucid heart beating,
steal the latest last of,
butcher and reel till the crazy flees in fear.
paint splatter smiles,
hang harlot blood stained baby childs.
It's long love lost lusting,
just a carousel killing ride,
a manslaughter ****** scene,
mask me a demon,
kiss me a rotting rose.
For fledgling sake hand me the last shotgun blow.
Breathe me a reason not to die.
Aug 28, 2011
Aug 28, 2011 at 12:27 AM UTC
Slaughter with fangs that love to incise,
lust to ring and roar
plastic zips that smother too tighten,
feast on hindered breath takings.
Pull to gorge against their blessed soulless upbringings.
It's not terrifying,
not bloodless lucid heart beating,
steal the latest last of,
butcher and reel till the crazy flees in fear.
paint splatter smiles,
hang harlot blood stained baby childs.
It's long love lost lusting,
just a carousel killing ride,
a manslaughter ****** scene,
mask me a demon,
kiss me a rotting rose.
For fledgling sake hand me the last shotgun blow.
Breathe me a reason not to die.
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