whisperingquill

Dead Lines


I reap the Ascension
of your wraith cold
commiserated hate
rusty cryptic gates

Drawn and quartered
disembowled I synge
your intestines with
precise embers of
Hades proclimation

Clarified inebriation
dining on your sin
hypodermic syringe
tainted with chlymidia
misery fed into synapses
for raw enjoyment I
giggle with glee my
playground of debauchery

Tilt a whirl swirl cyclonic
necrophilia sadist masochist
gentrification of your essence
obliteration peeling you
from within hyperdrive demise
crows clamor to feast till sunrise.