Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I stand over him to laugh as he takes his last breath
Disemboweled,
My love lays
On the floor
Bleeding delicious
Crimson life
Onto the floor.
Perhaps I giggled,
Believed his heart
To be pure but
It quickly filled
With the blackest
Bile, sticky with
Mephitic odors climbing
To greet the eyes.
Adipose fingers
Slide around, a
Concept they hope to grasp.
9-30-09
My love lays
On the floor
Bleeding delicious
Crimson life
Onto the floor.
Perhaps I giggled,
Believed his heart
To be pure but
It quickly filled
With the blackest
Bile, sticky with
Mephitic odors climbing
To greet the eyes.
Adipose fingers
Slide around, a
Concept they hope to grasp.
9-30-09
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I stand over him to laugh as he takes his last breath
I stand over him to laugh as he takes his last breath
