the way I fucking like it

it's a frostbiten path

of chilled and omnipresent thunderstorms

quaking behind bloodshot eyes

frozen in scorn

that frequently entice icicles to pierce

what was almost salvaged

in the remains of wretched bile

soaked in so much liquor

there was never a chance of crystallization



butchered diamond remains

is a better description,

a jaded supernova

eclipsing all the warmth

that trembles from a rape

only a void could properly comfort

in a beautiful hissing penance

dragged across my throat

sharp and unrelenting

like a malicious tundra

kissing with shallow turquoise lips

just the way I fucking like it