Before night falls....
And you tear into my flesh
I gotta say something that's been eating away,
at my chest
The moment our eyes met
I wore the veil of lust
We kept the nights warm with a perfect
mixture of bodily fluid and blood
Love took it's time
When it came it felt like finely filed fingernails
running down my back
I could finally see
And what saw was the most beautiful thing
that would be any mans downfall,
You Succubus
Now rip out my heart before I say these last three words
They kill children too
A hum of silence met me
Dead babies everywhere like dolls on a filthy carpet.
A lone soldier guarded the scene
He looked stunned and dazed and said, we had to do it
They are the enemies of tomorrow.
A man in a protective suit and mask came spraying
White snow like power covering the scene.
Cheer up, he said, comfortable for you to say, said the soldier
You didn’t have to make the killing.
Bodily fluid ran out of me, covered the bedroom floor
An ice-rink of sin.
I was drowning but how to swim in this torrent
Of sweat coming out of every pore.
A shot the soldier shot himself after the deed life was meaningless.
The man in the protective suit and mask giggled and said
He was not strong enough couldn’t see he was doing his duty.
Children are our enemy and if allowed to live would come
And kill us in the future.
Lethargy and helplessness.
My inaction had condemned me for all time.
Morning.
A has of devastation stopped the sun from shining it refused
To lit up death, and forever we had to struggle in a fog of depravity.
Like a cloudburst,
a flux of cascading water,
a critical current,
a deluge,
like an effusion of bodily fluid,
but somewhat through the whooshing sound,
sends soothing, blissful thought's to ones brain,
the pounding of the deep blue water,
one feels less anxious here on after.
There once was a Nun and a Druid
Exchanging some bodily fluid,
When along strode the Father
Who heard all the bother,
Lost stickum while coming unglu..ed.
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