Instilling Shadows into your broken moon

There is no sussurus
      bleeding from your
   hollowness....

no warmth whimpers
       in your boreal fulcrum,

  just transference
of rabid semina nigra
     swirling in lacerated eddies
from the exhale
       of your lepidote morpheme
    concordat,

     I have hung up
   my acumen
          castrated
       my juste-milieu;

 renounced
             my bend
     into a free fall
break~

complicit,
          
        I've become-
 
     a lapdog,
           a gopher,
                  a stoolie,

         for the
snicker
       of
      desultoriness
    fate.
          
II.
  
I remain wearing scarred lips
         and a stitched tongue
limelighting my eyelids
       with titanium veils....

    extra blindness
         so my cheeks
  may never rotate,

    beautifully despondent
            with disfigured hubris~

I'm
    a happy martyr;

    as I smell
        his cologne-
    
  suffusing
      from your
    pheromonic
              perfidy,

     so......

      I sign a thank you
   note for
        stellar
hitmen,

      those cavalier
mongrels-

    that dish out
          MREs
      of contriteness....
    
I
  ingest
       with
        a
       mierda
      eating
           grin-

   so....I may
defecate away
     all the asinine amnesty
                 that hisses....

   saving room
      for desert;

 that I pass onto you,

       after all-
      
       sharing is caring
  boo bae
       bae boo~

 it's a sundae
     topped off,
        
         with a fuck you-
        
.....and have a nice day.