Angelica Arsan

Bad Seed Crying

This love is a symptom
Of my disease

A damaged mind’s
Declaration of intent

Self-loathing mated with self-destructiveness
Our love’s the fruit of their best fuck

I’m bearing
The schizophrenic child of our insanity

I hear it cry
As it flows through your cock

I swallow the bad seed

It screams down my throat

I think it’s trying to warn me