Dead Lines

whisperingquill


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.

  • Author: Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 16th, 2017 15:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: Whispering Quill
  • Category: Gothic
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