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Thursday, September 20, 2012

A Whole New Low.

Within the dark walls of the charnel,
My obsession begins to overflow..
As I exhume the woman in decay,
Impliable form.
A celibate death I take away.

This is adulation.
Inanimated premeditation.
This is my rejection to the living.
Death will satisfy.

At rest, frozen, buried body, extract her skin.
Inelastic life,expand the holes,pushing deeper in.
Disarranging her carcass,my lust will never stop.

It is the coldness that you feel pressing against your face my dear.
My presence is not in you.
The trace i left is your insides.

Within the dark walls....

Infect everything I touch.

Until Next Time Loves.


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