Nepenthe 9

i would have gladly eaten the larvae of the blowfly,
off Your rotting smeared canvases of art,
if only You'd let me get close enough.
i watch You from a distance
as i squat and tremble,
mesmerized and entranced by,
the gracefulness of Your abomination dance.

i would gladly drink the sanguinary vile,
from Your rancid gallery of stems and pieces,
if only You'd let me get closer.
You are the only evil that delivers,
havoc to my fetid and rotting members.
What a noble union of simple needs,
Yours for hate and obliteration,
and mine to be fist-fucked with my own detached limbs.

 

i am risen from the grave
i have come to defile
your flesh and blood
lay your trembling hands
across the suppurate lesion
of a wound
that used to be my soul
i will bite a hole
through your grimacing face
and reach down your throat
pull out your heart
and fuck it
for i am the gluttony
of malice
and the lust for decimation
your life has been a gift
worth ripping apart
slowly
nothing personal
i hate everyone