Someone told me I couldn't take a life
with the smooth slice
of tongues lashing
fore front of the gnashing
gleaming
paid for perfection
waiting
to sink fast
to the bump thump
past arterial cavity
oh to search and devour
the rush for this simplistic
lust
the craving to cease
the raving ventricle slam
and
thrust
through the soon carved bust
a wilting sense of empathy
has dimmed sweet light
bringing early night
and
the last curse
to run past lips purse
hits flesh with smooth mist
soon to sink in the cool wind
to try and dry
They will say you had to die
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