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Output
INVASIVE
I'm feeling wicked:
Like a rot you watch
with nervous eyes.
I want to spread
all through you,
find your soft and
gloriously delicious parts-
eat them raw,
leave you gutted
half way to dead.
I want to slide through
your slippery veins
ride your system into
a feverish lather,
watch you collapse
in sick surrender.
Will you manage to remain
so very fucking sexy
with crimson pits
where eyes used to be?
My stomach turns
in disgusted delight,
I still want to skull fuck you
invade every orifice tonight
...
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cut eyes to the side
out of my peripheral vision
I see my own shadow
looming long and dark
it has a life all it's own:
it wants things
it wants things
I hear it's paper rustle
dry onion skin whisper
of it's strange desires-
things meant to wound.
It wants to hurt you.
Does that mean
I do too?
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You're so pretty
like a picture in
a glossy magazine
O god, gorgeous
I want to touch
that perfect pout
and ruin it's symmetry
with a vicious bite
I want nothing more
than to destroy
to make you like
the average rest
to break your nose
not once, or twice
but three times
to totall smash those
elegant lines
scar the smooth skin
with a jagged edge
of rusted revenge
against what nature
abitrarily bestowed on you
how lucky will you feel
carved up like slaughter cow?
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beauty death culture
more bloody raw
than dark alley rape
invades every pore
kills us inside
but
plastic molded outsides
remain
posed so prettily
will you hate me
more than I hate myself?
you remind me I'm ugly
but I never forgot it
and why the fuck
do you care anyway?
shiny models whoring
down the runway
cover girls quench that
thirst for skeleton porn
I'd like to splash them
all with acid so they
can feel like I feel
hate like I hate
live the lives of the rejected
and die the deaths of
the rest of us.
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who can eat
with a stomach
full of empty greed?
never ending hunger
for what can't be consumed
I'll eat my heart out
instead.
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