Frownland
Your semi-liquid remains trickled down from the cross
Formed pools of black sludge in the cracked dirt
I writhed on the ground before you in pain and disgust
Your promised return a poem gone to fuck
You spoke of the God inside the pus in your brain
The Devil that gnawed at the valves of your heart
I sucked your flesh and drank your juice
You tore at my eyes so I’d be blind to your rot
As they dragged you away your deified
Face shot me a look as sure as a cock
With cruel bliss they plied me with ant covered
Snacks and a bedspread of xanax and spikes
Then I knew they had won so with pleasure and pain
I spewed up our hate that you called our love
Now I sit by a chemical lake plastic shovel in hand
Digging your grave and licking the coal from my heart
Horror Sleaze Trash 