What can be the taste of blood slowly sliding down my throat… Gumming and grinding my insides
I slowly chewed on the bitter pieces of her heart
...Mmm the rancid taste of her garden flower screams
The crunches of cold steamy blood splatters out…
With smiling faces
Reached out with a dripping kiss
...Listen with me as you read her heart pushing up and down her chest
...It hungers for death... thump... thump... thump
I have not drank but eaten the passion that was love
Nothing more but a midnight eclipse
As I walk against the milky moon
...As I held her heart... in a pool of tears.
oh man d were should i start you know your writing is unique... dont stop writing:D
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