getting blood from a stone never felt so rewarding.  a love so deep, i could literally feel the rough terrain through the back of your skull after bludgeoning your face with my weapon of convenience - i do apologize that the rigid edges of the rock i found isn't as beautiful as our relationship once was, but again - merely convenience.  i had to ( Read more... )

if only it wasn't so easy for you to leave. perhaps i should cut your legs off above the knee to ensure your slow get-a-way...but alas, then i would only fear the strength and use of your arms and hands - with desperation comes great power and with a mind like yours, the dedication to do anything. so after i've done away with all of your ( Read more... )

here we go again - this night has just begun.  throw the bottle over my back.  why you caught my eye remains a mystery, and although i can't recall your name or face - i push you from the way to my throne.  your blood will drip from my crown of thorns.  demons and angels tango in lust for each other.  the flames that i see must come from the ( Read more... )

the black leather stains on your neck intersect - reminiscent of roadmaps.  i had to try again.  the craftsmanship is not what it used to be.  i stared deeply into your eyes - hemorrhaging -  i pictured...roses.  your pupils turn to pinholes.  it's so calm now, and i imagine your blood as an ocean.  your last exhale as a tidal wave.

wipe the blood from her face and you'll see a beautiful love song.  seven months of agony only to be left with nothing but the mix of my blood and hers in a busy airplane terminal.  i've been hurt for the last time by your hands, and you've only just begun to reap the terror now upon your skin.  "what pretty little eyes you have, my dear."  all the ( Read more... )

the conductor died on the railroad tracks. i slit the throats of the vermin who crawl there at night. in and out and in and out. disease and hopelessness corrode and infest all that once was held proud at the cutting of the ribbon. the coughing and gagging at the scene are masked in laughter. you spit up like the innocence you threw away all ( Read more... )

fuck doll covered in blood, the rancid smell of fornication lay heavy in the silent room of steam and smoke. my mind as torn as my actions as i hold you then quickly push you away with a mix of hatred and humiliation. the violence, rather the pseudo-passion has taken its toll on the poor girl. still half-inflated, she of course agrees to giving ( Read more... )