nightspawn fantasy
the dreams intensify
my mother
vomiting her
internal organs
into my waiting
mouth
The Man
they call
“friend”
“protector”
“Herr Orange”
pulling bullets
out of shattered
brain and
handing them to me
gray pulp
leaking down face
my father
in rented tuxedo
grinning at me
as i slit his throat
from ear to ear
with the greatest
hardon of my life
my god
they don’t go away
the worms crawling
from my preacher’s eyes,
my once-future
baby daughter
dropped
headfirst
into the
still beating
heart of
digitized
diaries
doing
de Sade
ten million
better and
now dead
faceless global
porridge pot
cum receptacles
like wraiths
shadow me,
entrails being
pulled from me
in tug of war
fashion,
to be ingested
as if Kubrick
delicacies,
the lingering
stench of
corpsicles,
rotting heads
on bamboo
posts glaring
at me,
of more
tiny
shrunken
skin-covered
sand skulls
and it
doesn’t
won’t
never
ever
fucking
end
nuke
the system
in a final cum
drenched orgy
plz
Horror Sleaze Trash 