Absolved Slate of Mind

(yes, the title is intended to be what it is)

Filling the fountain head
Spouting a rage void of pain
An anger so soulful, motivation bled
Not yet dry, I will not subsist in vain

Exploding, NO - IMPLODING.

My third eye reaches out
Physical eyes, obsolete, curl back unscathed
A vigil, leaving this fucking perished glade
I AM Reborn, without this blood and cum on my mouth

I will rip my flesh, tear out the tendons
Replace the flesh with scales, the tendons with wire and nails
My blood will pour out, like clouds release the rain
My blood on her hands, my cum on her face

Yes, I licked it off. But It is still there
I cleaned her hands, washed her sublime countenance
insemination , fingers clenched her hair
Filled her up, swelling inside, oblivious to her malevolence

Braking myself. And take what is left

These scales now scars of what once was.
Breathing out - Nailing the wire to bone bars.

That soulful coitus means nothing now.
A liquid-less vomit, seething through my bowels.
This anger, nothing like the criticism of tales of owls.
Nothing like being trapped in a cage, nothing so foul.

I have breached you, made you an example of my spirit.
I will own, and will hone my claws and anger.
This time, I have cut YOUR throat.
This time, YOU have NOTHING to say.
This time, you have perished in my wake.
Fled from the scene, you act as if I am sadistic.
Flaked out of the name we made, feigning, masochistic.

As if I shook your soul so badly.

The next fucking, will not consist of intercourse.
Not of violence.
But of anger and intolerance of lies.
A fucking intolerance masking every movement
Of your silly crown of flies, you fucking sadistic masochist.