Revenge - Cenotaph

In my dreams, no my nightmares;

in the sea hate with the absence of fate

Blind eyes crying with blood, like a vomit extinguishing my flammy

Repulsion.

Hold the broken flask filled with a sexual organ’s liquid

Boiling tender, arises hunger, reminds my temper.

Then submerged fantasies

Unheard come close to my mind;

undoubted sophism but real necrophylism.

An

Ache begins inside, spreads through all veins caused by the zephyr of

Damantion, yielding a substantial anger, makes me loose my will then o

Visual dream appears, a pretty child is smiling to me.

Being defeated in

These meanningless morbid dimensions, vaccinating blood, bestial bellow

Mouldy saw.

Realization of what;

the inflamation inside gets bigger with an

Increasing acceleration which is a varacious manner of torture.

Displeased

Demands of a morbid mind are never satisfied with an unsaturated solition of

A child’s cerebraliquid and his foetusfull urine.

Turn the skin inside out

Lick the vein veiled with blood.

Button up his torn body with a rusty

Needle, vibarate the slender body, attach the penis inside the diseased

Porsions then lick again not only the secretions but lemphic as well.

Make it

Pour, taste its sour…