The Recreation of Me
I love this
the bitterness
that builds
tearing the cords
to my heart
refreezing it
in carbonite
solidifying my soul
where it should be
Forboding gone
slivers of ice
slide through
my veins
scoring flesh
so sweet
so nice
back to comfort
(true self).
Peirce the flesh,
make it bleed.
Slice the inards
....
much better results.
Poxmarks
fall from me
untouchable.
You want to know,
I don't know?
Tastes so sweet
clicks so nice
as the blade
slides out
....
severing all ties.
Black rose in my hand
(once again)
thorns biting
so kindly
so sweet
caressing the tendons
in my palm
softly
seductively
sensuiously
tearing the progress
in my mind.
Feed on my measure
I offer it daily.
(Its so much better
than your own)
Come on,
join the circus,
fun filled illusion,
biting your neck
(when your not paying attention).
But come now
what am I doing here,
no reason to be down.
I'm back in full force,
I've only scratched the surface,
blackness is nothing to me,
Taste the grey.
It slides across your skin
like ice on ice,
it bites like
when your ready
to feast...
hunger
so deep,
so sweet,
like your perfect partner
dancing
(that you'll drag out back
[ and feed on])
And why shouldn't I.
I'VE THROWN OUT
TOO MUCH,
time to take back...
Time to feed
I can already feel
the blood
running down
my neck,
So nice,
So sweet,
splitting my mind,
instinctual,
emotional,
reactional.
Why?
Sink your teeth in
and enjoy the ride,
let them buck,
let them quiver,
it doesn't matter,
just ride the wave,
let the shivers
run through your body,
so nice,
soooo nice.
I must go now
(but I'll be back
[got too much to offer]).
Always remember
feeding time
is not for the weak of heart,
flesh flies,
blood splatters,
(souls shatter)
And I
Right in the Middle.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2007
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