"You were weak We heard the new me smiling in tuberose: Too perfect to be. and shes got a new breed of dying In utero, You worthless disease."
Your blood curdling No Blood doesn't spoil
four vultures circling above a corpse world.
hungry for your skin. I love your heart beat heart beat
your blood is dirty no one touches its soil
sepulchral virgin, The lovely Corpse Girl
We fuck because we are clean are we?
The heart is a muscle and i wanted us to She starves and we guttle
the stars above unbuckle and ride nothing but blue, shes ours and we love her
she sits in the waves beneath the current. she whispers to me; sweet little serpent.
id be worried, if you were'nt...
she split the spaces aneath the cervix's sweet sinister basement; asleep is the tourniquet
She is the needle and flourishes; Wings of the beetle flit against her nerves again.
She hums a cadence And sings from the curtains. She touched the pavement, The streets of the circus.
The sun, weeping variegated coffins, Was unfeeling- Medicated Starlight
Blood rushing Serricated gauses of the peeling tear away chalk lines.
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