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Pleasure in the Gore
Sticks and stones never broke my bones
But your words are slaughtering me
Your mouth is an arsenal
You're trigger happy
Ripping my body to smithereens
Even that voice
Makes me shiver
With every whisper in store
It stings like salt on my open flesh
But you're still hungry for more
You lay me down
When I'm comatose
You butter me undressed
Singing as you rape what's left
My voice cannot protest
And when I wake
You pin me down
Licking whatever's left of me
You're savoring it, with every word you spit
As I moan in agony
When you've finished
I'm a mess
My blood seeps through the floor
You cannot help but smile
There's pleasure in the gore
But your words are slaughtering me
Your mouth is an arsenal
You're trigger happy
Ripping my body to smithereens
Even that voice
Makes me shiver
With every whisper in store
It stings like salt on my open flesh
But you're still hungry for more
You lay me down
When I'm comatose
You butter me undressed
Singing as you rape what's left
My voice cannot protest
And when I wake
You pin me down
Licking whatever's left of me
You're savoring it, with every word you spit
As I moan in agony
When you've finished
I'm a mess
My blood seeps through the floor
You cannot help but smile
There's pleasure in the gore
Published 14th Jul 2017
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14th Jul 2017 11:11pm
15th Jul 2017 3:01am
Anonymous
15th Jul 2017 3:42am
Traveling.. sorry for the pain.. but this ink pours emotion.. and the imagery is brilliant..
Dave
Dave
15th Jul 2017 3:50am
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