The blood moon beckons a bitter hue
Rising above the frothy winter dew.
In the night- luminated a single room.
My only solace in the suppressive city gloom.
(Staring in the nocturnal vacuity:
A grey hazy mirror passing in my soul.)
Blades of silver steel
Puncture my mind, with
Seething desire I long to wield.
Withholding the bitter sorrow
I take the blade in hand,
To cleanse me from the ‘morrow.
Slitting of flesh ensue,
The orgasm begins.
Skinning to the bone to make me anew.
From head to toe,
Cut to shreds.
No one will feel the pleasure I know.
Squirting from my anatomy.
The warm gush of fluid.
The spermatozoa-blood spewing over me.
For the final incision-
Off with my bloody “member.”
Pressure relieved.
Orgasm achieved.
THE END…