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 ****** 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 ****** “member.”
Pressure relieved.
****** achieved.
THE END…
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
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 ****** 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 ****** “member.”
Pressure relieved.
****** achieved.
THE END…
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