whisperingquill

Got Your Soul

Creeping within your shadow
inside your crepuscular psychosis,

I slither like disembowled Hades
internally igniting intoxicating
infernos appeasing Belial.

Cloaked from your righteousness
hyperextend my vicious vindictiveness,

deploy deplorable mindfucks as you
view a departed loved one masturbating,

still you unequivocally catch their nut
gutter slugs globular goo caustic residue.

You was not birthed from a canal

but unraveled from my shit,

fecal fetus immersed in waste,

your first breath I taste,

finality no haste.

Necromancy so fancy lavish disdain.

I piss acidic rain
bubonic plague for
your incarcerated credence,

my fit of immaculate misery
bequeathed from collapsed joys

of pre-ordained tomorrows,

gots to go reverse on this merry go round

pound of flesh for you my love.

Pure anarchy your velvet glove,

djinni\'s in white satin
sodomize your osmosis
of rhetorical hibernation;

packing you full with
beautiful sinful excrement,

regurgitating clitoral toxicity
my little forgotten light of
perplexing complexity.