She said, "We find love in the most disgusting of ways..."
As her forlorned face dropped
because she knew we both felt violated.
I thought of all the vial,
discussing beasts that cower in the night.
The same ones that continue to drag us down.
They are greasy and cold.
He rips you up.
Stares at you, while slicing the knife.
Turning the once elegant into mutalated fools.
Be straight and narrow and don't fall into the rot!
I felt how we were nauseous with our own foul ways,
But the tribute twists on.
We're depending on grotesque imagery that
cannot offer any condolences.
Thrust on tears, as your eyes turn to
dull, dumb, quick advances.
Car accidents that have no survivers.
Train wrecks that took away your only friends.
Curse and shake as we clean up the gruesome mess.
Beat me shockingly bloody
so I know you really care.
Our monsters contorted their
faces to show some kind of fake compassion.
Pan hid the grail of love in the most
ill reputed, pornographic, and
self hating of places.
We are being dragged through the
mud by our broken ankles.
Infections of sweet dreams
stop any motivation.
Days are filled with forcing ourselves to eat.
We are frozen in torture.
Prized admiration of the morbid.
Dance the dance with these dead enemies.
Heinous terror lingers on even after we
promise to keep our eyes
squeezed tightly shut.
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