Ideas of Marie salts the wound and hangs me on a meat hook in the shed out to cure

Maul me
underneath masquerades of moons stiff to howl!
refract classic horror creaking's under the well dressed marquees brass brights,
suspense bottled, fermented, bathed in blood tubs naked and relished.
 
Ate up the charcoal soot night you called me drunk,
repetition because I'm a selfish son of a bitch;
broken playlist painkiller pretender.
in the ruckus of gravel I drop my mind in the parking lot,  
shattering gourmet goodwill store glass guts across the ground.
 
Rip tide,
pretend I fought every second yet succumbed.
gurgled dreams torment beyond torture and when the morning breaks slather me on ice, butter on the wound and an itch reminiscent of lice.
 
Indigo summer Ich teile in Vielfache von zwei.
cripple my heart, I toast champagne from the short end of a drawn straw.
crumpled paper as sex frosting on the cake; cut me a slice and when all the party goers are gone so are you.
 
Embedded,
enumerate seven hundred and two pieces to please powdered upward turned noses at.  
burn down the gallery.  
exhibition of a ritual by a drowned officiator.