I stare at the eyes
of the man with no face,
his fingers like tendrils
that weave mortal fates.
A long slender tongue,
which doesn't exist,
slides into my mouth
and I cannot resist.
A pitiful yelp,
and a desperate gasp,
serve only to feed
our vile attack.
Into my throat
we continue to ******
penetrating the mind
while defiling trust.
But I'm no longer me.
With a flick of my wrist,
I dispose of my corpse;
I no longer exist.
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
I stare at the eyes
of the man with no face,
his fingers like tendrils
that weave mortal fates.
A long slender tongue,
which doesn't exist,
slides into my mouth
and I cannot resist.
A pitiful yelp,
and a desperate gasp,
serve only to feed
our vile attack.
Into my throat
we continue to ******
penetrating the mind
while defiling trust.
But I'm no longer me.
With a flick of my wrist,
I dispose of my corpse;
I no longer exist.