Remnants lingering like fuses
Fiery words emoting
Tingling the wanting tips
Stripping a melancholic layer
Bare now and defensive
Snarled flesh and gurney blood
Infernal burning smell
What is this dripping noise?
Quick to heal to the quick
(inser witty cliché)
Sharp and wanting tips
Teeth hidden now bare
Sear and tear
Slipknot slipped not slipping
I am nearer than you imagine
To the precipice of my savagery
Pressure of pride builds
Can I taste your irreverence?
The tinge of bitterness
I should look for the sugar
But instead I ingest your mood
Process and digress
Until my fragments fray
And you have become my bane
So that I must devour myself
And eclipse the morality
Transcendence
Above
New…
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