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Tribute
I love the way you smell
The stink of roses and putrid flesh
Rotting slowly away
Beneath my caress
Inside torture chambers
Suspended on hooks, awaiting death
As your blood drips away
So sweet, the last breath
I will consume...
Crawling in your doubt
Yes, I hunger
I devour...
When the maggots come out
Eagerly, splendidly
I am fidgeting beneath the skin
Touching from the inside
Glory holes of sin
I will delay decay
Schooled in the arts of lacerations
My necrophilia
And ejaculation
You paint the walls
In lovely shades of red
Gray matter splattered
A Rorschach masterpiece
Is a tribute
To my lady love
Time's cruel temptress
Severing our life lines
Drip patterns matter
Connecting all the dots
One small tribute
To my lady love
I will consume...
Please, love, don't you doubt
Yes, I hunger
I devour...
When the maggots come out
(c) 2015 Frank Green
The stink of roses and putrid flesh
Rotting slowly away
Beneath my caress
Inside torture chambers
Suspended on hooks, awaiting death
As your blood drips away
So sweet, the last breath
I will consume...
Crawling in your doubt
Yes, I hunger
I devour...
When the maggots come out
Eagerly, splendidly
I am fidgeting beneath the skin
Touching from the inside
Glory holes of sin
I will delay decay
Schooled in the arts of lacerations
My necrophilia
And ejaculation
You paint the walls
In lovely shades of red
Gray matter splattered
A Rorschach masterpiece
Is a tribute
To my lady love
Time's cruel temptress
Severing our life lines
Drip patterns matter
Connecting all the dots
One small tribute
To my lady love
I will consume...
Please, love, don't you doubt
Yes, I hunger
I devour...
When the maggots come out
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 25th Jan 2015
| Edited 26th Jan 2015
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25th Jan 2015 10:18am
26th Jan 2015 3:16pm
25th Jan 2015 2:42pm
I have One Word for You on
this Writing Hades and it will
rake in millions for You Brother:
"Hallmark"...
Hell, Fucking Yea
Send it to Them and let them
buy the, "Intellectual Rights,"
to it to Market.
But hey, this Poem was Fucking
Awesome.
Pan
this Writing Hades and it will
rake in millions for You Brother:
"Hallmark"...
Hell, Fucking Yea
Send it to Them and let them
buy the, "Intellectual Rights,"
to it to Market.
But hey, this Poem was Fucking
Awesome.
Pan
26th Jan 2015 3:17pm
