This is where we have always loved to play. Deep within your blackened mind. Those thoughts you are having right now at this very moment, they are not yours; they are mine. You can’t fool me, let alone yourself. You can say anything you like to me, but you and I will always know the truth. There is nothing you can hide from me. I see everything you try to live within. Those words, the clothing, that job, and that pathetic dripping life you so desperately keep clinging to, only weigh you down. Sinking yourself into me. I am a gluten for another’s punishment. I love to see the pain surface within another’s glossy eyeballs. Their eyes become so big; their lids are unable to keep them covered.
Tag: love
Drowning Menstrual Stream
The specific way a broken tongue is gently stroked, is the same way a face of disgrace washes itself clean from its daily routine. The needle will drain itself dry, pushing its illusions away, deep into the soul of your lost control. There is no soul, when a life reaches the point of no return. Sometimes, but only sometimes; I enjoy tearing the veil for those who need it, not wanting it. Forced oblivion, can be a delicious delight. The taste and the smell are never too much, or too soon. A forced penetration. Your apricots wither within the cycle of their drowning menstrual stream. I am fascinated by how quickly your lips turned away from me, as though you have never tasted death before. A stranger within your flesh; seething while striking down the teasing tongue. Salvation within the fleshy salivation. Remembering the bleeding cherries on top of your stomach. I liked how the blood ran down your side; permanently staining your chastity within the threads of your neat, white sheets. The floating fear within your penetrating stare, knowing I would be the permanence within your life; haunting your living and dying days for the rest of your unnatural life. This is what you and I wanted from one another; a deep longing, a deep connection, carving itself into our elastic connective tissue. This is the raw carnality, which permanently binds you and I together. Only time can remember the first caw the crow made, on the first day of our creation. You are the external stranger I have always known, as I have always been a stranger within the external world. I have glimpsed into it a long time ago, as I was curiously witnessing it floating past me on a daily basis. I quickly became blinded; strangling myself, trying to see beyond the vultures inhabiting its lusting domain. This is why I have created my external world internally. No joy or excitement can exist within a world of vultures; constantly ripping and tearing the flesh from bone, simply because they feed off of a lack mentality.
G.G. Kalfas 