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FURNACE
Umbilical.
Connected to the mother.
I'm the afterbirth-
Born again,womb sensitive.
Tranquility.
Silhouette, soliloquy-
Humming fucking nothing significant.
Wash my hands-
In sweat,piss,and seed.
Spilling from me-
Where's the acid?Where's the logic?
Wash my hands-
In all the disease.
Spilling from me-
Where's the logic-
WHERE'S THE LOGIC?!
So soft-
Milk honey color.
There are no veins to smack to the surface.
So sweet-
Fluids and friction.
There are no wires to tie you to the furnace.
YOUR WRISTS!
Flesh,tendon,marrow-
Spit out necrosis,the rest you can swallow.
YOUR FANGS!
Gnaw on the bone-
Blend with metallic skin melts to the furnace.
Connected to the mother.
I'm the afterbirth-
Born again,womb sensitive.
Tranquility.
Silhouette, soliloquy-
Humming fucking nothing significant.
Wash my hands-
In sweat,piss,and seed.
Spilling from me-
Where's the acid?Where's the logic?
Wash my hands-
In all the disease.
Spilling from me-
Where's the logic-
WHERE'S THE LOGIC?!
So soft-
Milk honey color.
There are no veins to smack to the surface.
So sweet-
Fluids and friction.
There are no wires to tie you to the furnace.
YOUR WRISTS!
Flesh,tendon,marrow-
Spit out necrosis,the rest you can swallow.
YOUR FANGS!
Gnaw on the bone-
Blend with metallic skin melts to the furnace.
Published 30th Jul 2015
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