The Poisonous Man

I am in love with the poisonous man dilapidated veins, with fierce shades of green blood tainted with hate and ignorance a gaze as if told to contemplate blankness for eternity. Poisonous tongue taming a serpent's venom, blue lips adorned with decay and fingers of death with a shade of cow's carcass painted on his skin. He told me of alleys where from the choking stench of the slums, paradise can be found. He sent me a death vortex as gift where I drown till today like quicksand. I know not love, no feelings, no pain but an insatiable hunger for that heavenly aroma which transcends me to Heaven. The world as I know died long ago, only the gracious void fills me with wonder. No laughing, no crying just an empty excuse of life.