Obliteration
In stagnant pools of hate
Oh how I despise
The hot blood in my veins
I can see it crawl
Beneath this blemished flesh
I long to rip you out of me
And trample your corpse
My eyes devour
Rotting flesh on bones
Heart's carrion
Cuts like knives
So deep it's painless
No blood to shed in me
Touch my bones
And end me here
My ghost wrapped around me
Shut your mouth
Trapdoor in your face
Stretch wide to encompass
The yawning void
Oblivion
Hiding deep behind all midnight eyes
Twisted twisting
Twisting me
In a celluloid dream
Where veins bleed black
And paint the skin
All in silver
And wrapped in pulsating cold
Kiss my lullaby
And lay me to sleep
Trembling a prayer
Because I grow pale without you
Shut up, sandpaper mouth
Tongues and teeth
Embrace sustaining life
Then end the beat
In stagnant pools of hate
Obliteration...
Screaming Miss Murder
It is no more.
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The Places You Go In Your Mind
PoetryA collection of poetry that reflects the poet's state of mind over the course of many years. The poems are largely unrelated and cover many topics.
