These arms are yours to break, So steal me in the clench of your teeth. Lull me into your *******; make me your little **** ***. Longing to connect, release your blackest sunset; Let us not forget one another.
Nuzzled in your Forever, I'm eternally Found && Grateful.
VVe vvrite words to fill in the emptiness as if they vvere concrete patches for neglected sidevvalks that nobody vvalks on Carry on D A R K poets Toss that alphabet tovvards my shovel let me bury it forever
Born of a Black Mass; Deathstar v2.0. Set forth another uncontrolled trajectory, a pile of earth still yearns for a second passing. A void that turns me on; a void that turns on me, vvhy avoid the meat parade? vvhy such antipathy? Embrace dust's *******; rotting feet look good in shoes, just as any, just sayin'.
A sheppard hangs like a T pierced in the sun ablating all condemnation as Pilot sits safely vvhile eating grapes The people get vvhat they vvant not knovving vvhy they need it && a father vvelcomes home a son
****** of juggernaut impedance of a baby Jesus Fingernails on My back like climbing up a broken staircase in my memory a meat market for you any cut you vvant like algebra lining a chalkboard There are many steps to traverse then tumble dovvn until the last of our fluid escapes the chaos of our hands
I have a friend He drives a truck for a living He is someone vvho I've never met One that I trust and trusts me He has my home address Sometimes I imagine him to be a truck driving serial killer Not sure vvhy that turns me on Every time I come across one of his photos I save it I revievv them often at night vvhile lying in bed I knovv it sounds vveird but so ******* vvhat! He's avvesome Like vvhen the sun crests over my messes I have a friend && in my head he kills you
I've hollovved out a hallovv realm; vvhere only boneships sail, vvielding verbs of vengeance; My vvords float on flesh. Searing eyes & stripping life; A dark Knight sheds light as if death, Such a delicious julienne of humanity; I am The Ripper.