Post by Whimsical||MUSE; on Nov 28, 2011 11:54:45 GMT -5
Inferiority Starts with a Dirty Sanchez
There is something ugly inside of me
coiled like barbed wire
digging into my heart:
I bleed and bleed
tears down my face, acid burning holes through
my skin.
I gasp through breathless screaming
and choke on the way down
down inside of me.
A child curls, fist in it's mouth --
I spasm, umbilical cord noosed around it's neck.
It chokes and squeals
but I sing to it a pretty lullaby to hush it's cries.
Is there anything left of the fire I've started?
Anything left of your remains after I've
masticated
every part of you? It's a habit, now,
and one I've never kicked. A trauma,
I've developed - stumbling through one warp hole
into another. Will one lead into your arms?
I fall through -
but what point now with your back to me? I crash into the wall.
Have I already thrown you away?
Horrible, insatiable me with a light-bright past
and a shadowy smile:
countless dicks
and an infinity of stars.
I am the ugly, and no pretty little scalpel
could ever separate the child from the mother
the girl from the woman -
the creature in love from the whore in lust.
I'll suck you up with a purrrfect little grin,
lashes fluttering, pleased little knot growing heavier,
and heavier.
Suck enough, and absorb every part of you, too.
Shall we mimic Frankenstein? I'll keep the eyes, but your
hands are heavenly.
Will your voice scream in my head like so many ghosts,
lost among the echoes
of others trying to reach out to me?
Get close enough and I'll burn you as fiercely as the rest.
---There is no saving this damsel.
Only service, given and taken; what's left of us but
Goodbye?
November 27, 2011
There is something ugly inside of me
coiled like barbed wire
digging into my heart:
I bleed and bleed
tears down my face, acid burning holes through
my skin.
I gasp through breathless screaming
and choke on the way down
down inside of me.
A child curls, fist in it's mouth --
I spasm, umbilical cord noosed around it's neck.
It chokes and squeals
but I sing to it a pretty lullaby to hush it's cries.
Is there anything left of the fire I've started?
Anything left of your remains after I've
masticated
every part of you? It's a habit, now,
and one I've never kicked. A trauma,
I've developed - stumbling through one warp hole
into another. Will one lead into your arms?
I fall through -
but what point now with your back to me? I crash into the wall.
Have I already thrown you away?
Horrible, insatiable me with a light-bright past
and a shadowy smile:
countless dicks
and an infinity of stars.
I am the ugly, and no pretty little scalpel
could ever separate the child from the mother
the girl from the woman -
the creature in love from the whore in lust.
I'll suck you up with a purrrfect little grin,
lashes fluttering, pleased little knot growing heavier,
and heavier.
Suck enough, and absorb every part of you, too.
Shall we mimic Frankenstein? I'll keep the eyes, but your
hands are heavenly.
Will your voice scream in my head like so many ghosts,
lost among the echoes
of others trying to reach out to me?
Get close enough and I'll burn you as fiercely as the rest.
---There is no saving this damsel.
Only service, given and taken; what's left of us but
Goodbye?
November 27, 2011