Dark walls, black drapery, bloody mural artistry.
Self provoked insomnia.
The Mescaline is wearing off, teeth grinding,
Stiff grin, nervous finger-tricks.
Chained to the floor,
ragged filthy doll, savagely beaten, repeatedly raped.
Disorientation strikes, f****d from inside again and again.
desire, Iris on tongue, lions like a burning fire.
He hides his shame.
She screams higher and higher.
His vision flickers and
locks, sinking in a mental mire, saliva drips from his jaw.
Muffled cries devoured by choking, eye licker is a shadow by
Lives on fears, feeds on horror, sucks the juice from your sockets.
Desolate memories of childhood in rancid human
Stripped of flesh, bled dry.
Human taxidery crossdresser.
Cold steel on temperate flesh reveals magenta pleasures
Not a sound, just suffering.
Eye licker is born from sin.
Such sights to see, so many eyes to taste.
Rise to atrocity,
fall from disgrace.
Decades later, in a shattered mirror he catch a glimpse of his molester.
She whimpers skinless on the floor,
chains rattling, no light through the door, moment of truth approaching.
Euphoric amputation, barren lips reveal the slimy
Once again abomination strikes, to look in the abyss.
A taste of the soul.
Incoherent maniac drivel, ramblings from
dementia - "Eye licker f**k her", "I lick her mother".
Farewell to sanity, welcome reality.
I dreamt a dream within a
Post-cognitive slow motion.
A mind is a mind is a mind.
Blood Red visions of Aphrodite, acrid smell of rotting
White walls, fluorescent lights.
Mind f****d without Thorazine.
He closes his eyes and drifts inside, where now meets then
and dark meets light.
Don't look if he's in your sight.