day, and the night....part 2
His throat slashed and Her wrists slit Everywhere They bloody spit, Stumble, stagger and fall down Crawling lost across the ground Agonizingly He bleeds Wanders off into the weeds Beaten, battered and confused “Vengeance will be mine!” He spews As for Her, She marks His words Laughs out loud, “Don’t be absurd!” Her foaming mouth, His pallid face Rabid, sallow, both give chase His gaping neck and ripped up chest Have left Him but a bloodless mess Her squalid lips and slaughtered wrists Have left Her but a sordid bitch In these wicked woods they tangle As She mutilates and mangles Any part of Him She grabs As with his mighty sword He stabs Driving deep into Her gut Twisting, turning till she’s fucked And with Her final breath she breathes She finally bites Him rabidly Infecting Him beyond all hope As he begins to foam and choke Slumped against his body aching Die she does at last yet taking Him and all His vengeance with Her To the depths of Hell to whither please read part 1 it makes better reading to read together
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rosschandler
i write a very dark, metaphoric and literarily techincal style of poetry. i do not like poetry that is prose. i have written since 15.....i believe in grand topics such as death, love, god, cosmos.....i believe my poetry is rhythmic and lyrical and...
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