Wednesday, November 10, 2004

i feel like killing something. like, snuffing the life out. or flaying every sinew and skin off with a bowie knife. stabbing my fingers into your face and ripping out your eyes from your sockets, taking it across your cheeks and split it apart. then i'll dive in and tear you shred by shred with my canines, savouring in the rancid stench of your life force.

i will bide my time for this.

fatality.

an ode to cruelty.
vilification of you.
denigration of me.
glorification of the imbeciles.
circus of the damned.
you excoriate.
into a reclusion.
and you felt.
the xymotic ashes.
scattered over bare skin.
wildfire coarsing through veins.
just because.
you've been looking for angels.
in black snow.