September 27, 2007

An Interlude--Belligerent F***ers

soft caress a manic angel
lust struck hate struck
crouches against the wall
that velvet fever
the familiar, she is sick
she is dormant
lying in a pool of discharge
her fluid interior escapes again
her lurid lips--torn, battered
tales of monstrous lust
belligerent f***ers
wandering, stumbling, thrusting
knifing inside her
belligerent f***ers
exploding inside her
left her broken, bleeding
raped her flesh
charred her soul...
crouched against a wall
a solitary tear escapes
our manic angel
it is all she will allow,
this godforsaken world!

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