Dead At Last

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Dead At Last

Living in my head, dark rivers of the dead
raining down tears of cyanide in my eyes
as Bedouins of ghosts rise of guilty omens
goodbye sanity, hello crazy
 
In the alley of my mind as I wander
knocking on the door of Sodom and Gomorrah
with the percussion of the devil's gong
God help me if I read the Ouija board wrong
 
So real in my intellect, tied up in Prozac
as my minions wallow in my ink's visceral
of zero dark thirsty of my bursting lust
in the iodine of thirsting hormones
 
Hanging on to the silence of my betroth
as she pales on the ottoman's hammock
with her vagina's dragon tooth
living in my head, dark rivers of the dead
 
Living in my head, dark rivers of the dead
raining down tears of cyanide in my eyes
as Bedouins of ghosts rise of guilty omens
goodbye sanity, hello crazy
 
In the alley of my mind as I wander
knocking on the door of Sodom and Gomorrah
with the percussion of the devil's gong
God help me if I read the Ouija board wrong
 
So real in my intellect, tied up in Prozac
as my minions wallow in my ink's visceral
of zero dark thirsty of my bursting lust
in the iodine of thirsting hormones
 
Hanging on to the silence of my betroth
as she pales on the ottoman's hammock
with her vagina's dragon tooth
living in my head, dark rivers of the dead
 
Twisted trails of madness scent my pulse
this cave of broken vision's where I rest
come sit, ye weary traveler, and break apart
the bones that cage this heart beneath my breast
 
These leeches of my lips will bleed you dry
the empty knowing fate between our lungs
I pick the darkest mares to run at night
I place this warming maggot neath your tongue
 
A pocket full of stones into the stream,
to taste the bitter cold and absent sun
no golden light, this ebony filled scream
there still, my life its passion never done
 
Living in my head, dark rivers of the dead
raining down tears of cyanide in my eyes
as Bedouins of ghosts rise of guilty omens
goodbye sanity, hello crazy

 


Submitted: July 12, 2021

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