in the depths of hell , my feelings would consume you
dreaded emotion love
stricken and hated, you kiss the scapel I use to cut your heart out
until you are nothing but a shadow soul
your rendered flesh for me to puppet
the air reeks of rust and sweat and something sickly
sweet, rottg plum left too long in the heat as your
pulse jumps under my fiingertips tearing you apart
as your life stains my hands
the stain all too sweet to me
my raped soul has seen this before
a purification ritual shall do
mixing blood and piss, my own form of voodoo is manifest
you turn the screw in your master once last time
until death fills your eyes
a doppleganger of faith to march for me
my chest swells with the scent of you
hot like coal dusted with sulfur
your last breaths whistling through broken teeth
your fingers scrabbling at my wrists
but i hold fast
i always do
Hey Brend! It turned out, pretty damn near appalling…lol.
thank you dearest Adagio real darkness is appalling but that is what you wanted 😊
Powerfully penned, Brenda & Adagio. Excellent collaboration you two. Appreciate you both.
Damian
hello dearest Damian greetings and good evening thank youu graciously from us both…❤️
Well written. Dark, disturbing, but hard to look away.