MARILYN MANSON

   
   
on the day you choose death
we should be married
i want wedding bells
you dressed in a beautiful black dress
black hi glossed nail polish
pitch black licorice lips
to shade red tongue saliva
and teeth to bite me with
little pretty razor slits on pursed lips
a blood painting
the color rouge to excite
your mascaraed eyelids
thick and wet
like rain from joyous crying
 
and then i want to take us far away
in a large black hearse
re-pleat with mahogany casket
dragging white skulls behind us
jockeying on an old gravel road
devil may care sirens howling
like the winds of nether worlds
where demons fuck each other sublime
rich with the stench of ass
bare feet, wiggled toes
out the window
and writing emblazoned
"just married, so in love and gratefully dead by morning"
 
then to embrace and make love
to kiss and bleed
with beautiful pearl handled silver cutlery
a crimson circus of erotic torments and laughter
she lavished me
with pink estuaries wet
between grimaced contortions
and tender kisses brutal
mad for undoing
 
she spoon fed me her blood
like luke beet broth
a little at a time
a kind beautiful brides
late summer soup
being like a mother
 
i licked it off her fingers
and bare toes like creamy red velvet cake
thighs and breasts buttered
every stitch and inch
glistening copulations sugar sweet
her heart breaking for obliteration
she a beggar
her clitoris a weeping delta
crowned princess thanatos in nylons
with grace beyond measure
she spread wide for the graves caress
like a great bat
we pour our love into each others veins
like flasks of claret
fondling smiling  wounds
eager for tongues caress
she supplicates
with slow bleeding belly and wrists
gauzed ankles
with rimming gates tender
and determined ligature
 
make me yours forever
she entreats
until happily vanquished
a clanking skeleton
yet still a whisper of cunts undulating drool
to pleasure you oh cock of mine
 
my tongue deep
in her hollow breathless black cadaverous mouth cooing
whispering melodically
toe tapping
Marilyn Manson songs
calling her in echoes naked mouth
are you dead my sweet ?
not yet she said
keep trying
smush me harder now
no regrets
with silky stockings or black strap
until i stop fussing
let me gift you
with labyrinths sunken
my seeds squandered in dark puddles
ruin me
 
her arms wrapped around
stiff
like paper mache
even dead she wont let go
how sweet
 
i run wires over indifferent ankles and arms
girding reckless torso
tethered to iron doors shut
feet over head
to pull her apart
wide
and slide my bubble of poison
in a hundred more times
as i ravished her
she all surrender
fragrant
a ghastly confection
vaulted
 
i hear her call
a brooding specter
am i enough for you
please darling
take all
and more
i am a whore for death and love
a poetic fiction
with true longing
alive always
veiled
in the cave of the soul
 
 
 
 
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