anazasi
01-08-2005, 02:24 AM
The Hate Fuck
In twisted Denial
I’m sick like a practical
Joke
I play on myself
She’s tender and mild
Her beauty transcends
My hatred for her
So I desecrate her
Flower
Disassociating virtue
Into a primal emotion
She knows not of my
Serial mind
My fickle resolution
Or my distorted
Kingdom
She glanced at it once
Through dirty opaque
Glass
And was frightened at
What she saw
I thirst for her smell
Upon my body
Like a vampire’s blood
I’d suck it out of her
Along with her soul
Every chance I get
My ulterior motive gets
The best of me
I know not what’s real
Am I me
She believes I am
I’m not sure
As we lay naked in the
Darkness
Excerpt from:
Plague of the Invigilare
By Joseph DeMarco
In twisted Denial
I’m sick like a practical
Joke
I play on myself
She’s tender and mild
Her beauty transcends
My hatred for her
So I desecrate her
Flower
Disassociating virtue
Into a primal emotion
She knows not of my
Serial mind
My fickle resolution
Or my distorted
Kingdom
She glanced at it once
Through dirty opaque
Glass
And was frightened at
What she saw
I thirst for her smell
Upon my body
Like a vampire’s blood
I’d suck it out of her
Along with her soul
Every chance I get
My ulterior motive gets
The best of me
I know not what’s real
Am I me
She believes I am
I’m not sure
As we lay naked in the
Darkness
Excerpt from:
Plague of the Invigilare
By Joseph DeMarco