Most gruesome story.

So, they found you lying    
on the bathroom floor  
You invited death    
and locked the door    
The blame's on me    
it's all my fault    
    
Your face was blue    
your intentions untold    
a kiss goodbye    
would be your last word    
Your eyes staring beyond the space    
     
A needle was still    
atached to your skin    
people wondering    
of where you have been    
It's been a few hours that you've entirely gone    
     
Half naked,      
livid,    
slow throbbing heart    
So sad,    
quiet and blank    
maybe it was fear drawn on your face    
     
Your unfortunate finder,    
brother in blood    
he yelled 'mom!',    
she said 'what?'    
Misery's sudden visit and laugh    
     
A smokey spoon with drops of lime    
They didn't get    
there on time    
condoling lines..His will is unknown    
     
Was it God's lack    
of angels' need?    
Was it the evil giving deamons a treat?    
Or was it Fate, this fucking whore?    
     
"His liver's sick remains", they claim    
It 's  adulterated heroin in his vain!    
What the hell are they looking for?    
     
The clock has stopped    
My life's on hold    
I was often crazily  being told: "You should have died instead of him"    
     
I know this church..    
..it's where I said 'YES'    
holding some purple lilies..    
..holding him    
     
The churche's gate    
A broken frame    
A scream..GET UP!!    
No answer back    
A marble grave and a broken dream    
     
Sweet suicide..if only I...    
No, nevermind..    
I'd better hide..    
No, I wanna die..    
You mother fucker, tell me why!    
     
A car's bumper is creeping up    
I wished I'd soiled it with my blood    
but someone grapped my skinny arm    
     
     
     
It's getting dark    
and I can't sleep    
no matter how hard I try    
     
It's getting dark    
and I'm falling in love    
with the silence of the night    
     
Don't speak to me    
Get out of here    
I want no living anywhere near    
     
     
I don't exist    
so I won't be missed    
but then I change my mind    
I run and run    
but I won't leave    
I wish I could rewind    
     
I pretend that there're ghosts in my room    
and one of them is you    
     
I pretend you hear me and I'm asking you    
..what now..what should I do?    
     
My poison is not enough  
I think it'll never be  
until I fly    
towards the sky..    
until my own O.D.

Oh, rapid fire influencing my heart. You are digging my limbs apart. Then proceeded stabbing me with a knife. Pleasure for you,but not for me. Oh,lack of attention.  You breed my invention. Such a waste of exception.  I'm in a space  convention.  Acid poured on my appreciation. I'm losing blood.  It's happening so fast. I'm stuck in my past. I got deep fried and eaten alive.  You got credited,so naive.  Living this ordinary life. The gates of my heart closed. You hit me with  a bat. Then you broke my back. Oh,immediate attack.  I'm a slave to my thoughts.

 
thine beauty  
blood dripping  
down the walls  
c o r r i d o r s  
of the halls echo  
haunted hallow  
as she wallows  
 
s i l e n t l y screaming  
 
weeping  
cum seeping  
like p o e t r y  
from her mouth  
she’s bleating  
force feeding her  
your supple ego  
 
p u l s a t i n g  
 
inflating  
every word  
with her verse  
pumping hard  
s t r i k i n g her  
with your worst  
needings  
 
your c r a v i n g s  
 
obtuse feelings  
bled onto  
the bed sheets  
fitting her b o d y  
like the crime scene  
he left her [ with ]  
he left her [ in ]  
 
LEFT HER DEAD  
 
no more  
pesky feelings  
no remorse  
guilt is fleeting  
he’s leaving  
c l i m b i n g  
into the next  
 
little lamb’s bed  
 
his victims  
his trophies  
stacked neatly  
in the v a u l t  
inside your head  
with PTSD  
it never ends  
 
it’s n e v e r e n d i n g
 
 

      "Her Halloween costume was torn as tears fell from her eyes  
No longer able to fight as her pimp separated her thighs,  
      "Resistance was futile-a saying used by the Borg  
As she felt her prayers were ignored by the lord,  
 
      "Being a whore he knew nobody would believe she was raped  
So without mercy unwanted dick he made her take,  
      "When she came her soul was consumed by shame  
But to him it was control over her in this pimp game,  
 
      "Suddenly there was a flash of psychedelic light  
Only leaving her in a puddle of blood on a cold night,    
      "When his sight adjusted all he could say was goddamn  
The shit he was witnessing he only saw playing Halo or on Ironman,  
 
      "Thinking that the drugs he smoked was fucking him up  
Looking out the window he knew his ass was stuck,  
      "No moon, no Earth, no motherfuckin stars  
He realized he wasn't in jail, because there was no bars,         
 
      "Something punctured deep within his skin  
Out of thin air a female appeared displaying an inhuman grin,  
      "Tentacles' begin to extend from her slime-dripping nose  
Stripping away his clothing and then penetrated his testicles,  
 
      "Instantaneous pleasure substituted the prefrontal cortex's pain  
As his satyriasis desire went ape shit insane,  
      "Erotically hypnotized his mouth was suctioned against a liquified glass  
While more barbed tentacles entered his eyes and ass,  
 
      "A turtle-shaped object forced it's way down his throat  
Giving him the feeling of constantly being choked,  
      "Uncomfortable pain and pleasure merged into a torturous grind  
Amplifying his sexual madness and slowing the presence of time,  
 
      "For weeks the female alien performed her own sick xenomorph fantasies  
While her spaceship slow warped from galaxy to galaxy,  
      "From diabolical surgeries while perverted aliens sucked his dick  
To an anus test subject every time her barbed tentacles ripped his shit,  
 
      "When finally finished she healed his broken mind  
Vomiting in his mouth a pinkish-green illuminating slime,  
      "When he awoke paramedics found him on a forest road  
Asshole naked, pregnant with a female vaginal hole".

      Eli likes to brag that he killed a man who got fresh with his wife.
      “Didn’t do no time, either,” he'll say. "'less you count living with that bitch.”
      He points with his thumb to Lori, who doesn't pay Eli much attention anymore.
      She will, however, verify the story, saying that Fat Billy Shaw was drunk on his ass late one Friday night and, as she and Peggy McElveen staggered across the parking lot of Sammy’s Pub, offered to drink beer out of Lori's shoe.
      “I said okay just to see if that goddamn pervert would do it.” She snorts a laugh and shakes her head. “I started to slide my ol' stank-foot shoe off, pour some beer in it, and dare that fat son of a bitch to drink it. But before I could make a move he was down on his knees right there in Sammy's parking lot.”
      She takes a toke from her Marlboro, exhales, coughs up a loogie, and spits it off the porch.  
      "Then he just knelt there like a moron, staring at my feet like he didn't know what was next. I leaned my fat tail against that piece of shit he used to drive and lifted my right foot a little. ‘Go on,’ I told him. ‘Take my shoe off, Billy.”
      “Billy takes holt o' my foot like it's the most precious goddamned thing he's ever touched in his life, slides my ol’ shoe off, and lays it on the ground. He’d forgot about drinking beer out of it by then. Instead he puts his big, ugly nose right on my bare, stink-ass toes and takes two or three long, deep whiffs. 'Like heaven,' he tells me. And that's when I told him to kiss it. Just like that. I said, 'Kiss it, Billy. Kiss my goddamned foot."  
      “It’s amazing how it feels to tell a man, even Fat Billy, something like that and have him down on his knees doing it. I didn't really think he would, but the son-of-a-bitch starts kissing my toes, real gentle, with his lips closed. Then he looks up at me, pitiful, like I'm going to suddenly deny him the pleasure of further humiliating his big, stupid self. And I say, “Go on, now, Billy. You know what to do. Clean it up.” So Billy lays down on his belly right there in the gravel and mud and starts licking' my foot like it was a Popsicle. I tell him, ‘That’s right, Billy Boy, lick it good. Suck those toes. Get that toe jam out of there.’ Shit like that. An’ Bill was going to town, snortin’ and suckin’ like a pig in slop. Then he starts humping the ground, and Peggy Lynn is just a-laughin.”
      “They'uz other people stopped to see what the hell was goin' on --Joe Henry, Lindell, Sue Brazell, an' a couple others, and I decide to put on a little show. I said, ‘Roll over on your back, Billy boy, and take it out. I want see you jerk it while you suck my foot.’ And that fat bastard rolls over just like I tell him and pulls his thing out. Then I held my foot over his mouth and let him lick the sole, and, I tell you what, that boy was goin’ at it.”
      And that, Lori says, is when Eli came upon them and slammed his big, booted foot into Bill’s ribs.       
      “That big, dumb shit never had a chance. He just rolled over to one side and lay there with his thing hangin’ out while Eli put the boot to him. We’re talkin’ those big, steel toed motherfuckers Eli wore when he worked over to the weldin’ shop, and Eli was puttin’ some force to it, kickin' poor ol' Billy like he actually gave a shit who sucked my toes. Smashed that boy's big, ugly nose. Kicked his yellow teeth in. Kicked his belly so hard he was pukin' brown. Kicked him for ten minutes and I tol’ him to quit it, that he was gonna kill the man, but you know how that bastard is when he gets goin’ on somebody. Eli jus’ said to shut the fuck up, and then tells me and Peg to grab his Bill’s feet and pull his legs apart, and we knew what was coming. And poor ol’ Billy tried to shake us loose, but he was more feeble than usual by then, and I swear if Eli didn’t kick that man’s balls up into his big, stupid head. I saw Bill’s eyes roll up ‘till the whites was showin’. Then he starts prayin’, askin’ the lord to save his sorry ass. But after three of four hard as hell kicks between his legs you didn’t hear nothin’ else. That fucker wasn’t even flinchin’. But Eli wasn’t finished, and he goes to the truck to grab an ol’ piece of 2x4 he’s got back there and starts beatin’ the son of a bitch, tellin’ him he’ll teach him to fuck with a man’s wife.”
      “We weren’t sure if Fat Billy was alive or dead when we loaded him in his truck. Next day it come out in the news he was dead.”
      Anybody who lives around here knows about when they found Billy Shaw dead and a “likely victim of foul play.” Likely, my ass.  But I always thought Bill’s body had been discovered in a ditch. I said as much, and Eli said that Bill must have managed to climb out of his truck and crawl toward the highway.  
      "Cep' he fell in the goddamned ditch and drowned."
      It was that fact -- that Billy was able to climb out of his truck and crawl toward the highway -- that saved Eli from a murder charge. That and the other fact that, while folks said they had seen Bill sleeping it off in his truck early that morning after last call, nobody was willing to testify that they had seen Eli working him over.  
      So why, if Eli had beat a man to death, would he confess it so free and easy.
      “So you’ll know that what’s mine is mine, and that I’ll kill any son of a bitch who touches it.”
      I have to admit I felt a little edgy after that. I mean, Eli ain’t that big, and the years of abuse have taken their toll, but I knew he was mean even before this tale was told, and that he doesn’t care about much in the way of the law.  
      “I am,” he told me once, “my own goddamned law.”
      Another thing I’ll tell you is that, between you an’ me, I’ve had  a time or two with Lori, who doesn’t think twice about layin' it on you if she’s in the mood and Eli ain’t around.  Knowing what I know now, I wouldn’t have anything to do with either of them if it weren’t for the the merchandise that brings me here.
      So I go ahead and make my deal and get the fuck out of there.
      And hope that son of a bitch never finds out I fucked his girl.