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- - - DELECTABLE TASTES WITH CANNIBALS - - -


Fond of the words of graveyard scriptures
Lost in the eyes of long dead pictures

Sleep in the kennels of the damnable
Share delectable tastes with the animals

Falling deeper into the abyss
Pale are the lips of those I have kissed
The taste of absinthe lingering
On tongues forked like serpents
Tingling in unholy vehemence

my heart burns with passion
imbued with devilry
left unhinged fluttering
molded in infernal hell


Drifting on the winter winds, enthroned
In travesty inscribed in secret songs
Questing digits still fingering
Cold cemetery dirt
In lunar light, I sleep in unbirth

i cast no reflection
in those tainted mirrors
blood drenched and sputtering
trapped inside this chrysalis


Fond of the words of graveyard lectures
Lost in the throes of long dead splendors

Sit at the banquet of the damnable
Share delectable tastes with the cannibals




(c) 2015 Frank Green



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