Hands To The Neck - with Kemy2U

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Erotic Horror  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


A special thanks to my friend Kemy2U for collaborating.

With objectives, I smolder in gothic lore
of bloodbath and gutters in midpoint hourglass
as deathbed pours a stampless recollection
of a darkroom in my mind's sanctum compilation.

Let the Aliens as I slice into their veins scream
of them heckling in my intellectual pigeon-hole
the knife plundering in the feast on my table
in my bloody bowl with the chills and smudge pots smoking.

Hands to the neck choking, killing their spirits
where the moon shall be awoken as loneliness whispers in my ear, as Hell has no fear, it cradles the dead-eyes filled with tears like stalactites dripping my soul.

Ghost I am, roaming where my old bones once patrolled but the Absinthe, La Fée Verte'?drink of its poison and fairies you shall see who will hear you pray is calling, holding my lust in escrow.

I am the dark who eats the maggots off the corpses as I crawl over death's infected toes standing like bookends of shadows, your mind lost in the ripping of fleas in the afterlife gallows beneath the nave's coo coo breeze.

With the talc rose of midnight's vespers.


Submitted: July 03, 2021

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