I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother
A ring of bright slaughter
I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick from the
stabwounds in Her
Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come shoke
The killing joke worn thin with breath
I grew up on the sluts basterd
Father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out
easing puberty through
Aah! nostalgia grows
Now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying for resurrection
I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a roll...
I live the slow serrated rape
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
Victims force-fed their own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm Summers day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave
Counting My years on an abacus strung
With labial rings ans heartstrings undone
Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come shoke
The killing joke worn thin with breath
Horrorscopes My diorama
A twelve part (so far) psycodrama
Another chained I mean to harm Her
Inside as well as out
A pervers gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow My house of cards
All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts
In brute vermillion parts...
Now I slither through the hairline cracks
In sanaty, best watch your back
Possessed whit levering Hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack
My ambition is to slay anon
A sinner in the hands of a dirty God
Who lets Me pray, a Gilles De Rais
Of light where faith leads truth astray
I slit guts ans free the moisters faeces
Corrupt the corpse
and sieze the choices pieces
Her alabaster limbs that
dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste
and masturbate within
"My heart was a wardrum beat
By juglar cults in eerie jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in My lap
Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap
My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
At the blurred edges of reason
til I was fulfilled
Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into
A grave coffin-fit for the Queen of Spades
She went out like the light in My mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl,
of ruby wine...
Mutch was a flux, but the mouth once
good for fucks
Came from retirement to prove She
had not lost Her touch
I kissed Her viciously, religiously
But when has ONE been able TO best
separate the THREE?
I know I'm sick as Dahmer did,
but this is what I do
Aah, aah, aah-I'll let you sleep
when I am through..."
The suspect shadow where they least
Expect My burning gasp to reach
The stranglehold, the opened arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred
Rainbows that My razors wrung
Midst Her screams and seams undone
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
I bite My spiteful tongue
Lest curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze romance where Angels, bare
Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
I weep, they merely stare.....
And stare and stare and stare and stare.
[By Maxime]
