The world will end
Before my milk carton’s date
Of expiration.
The world will end
Before my milk carton’s date
Of expiration.
The sweetness with which
She cups my hand as I squeeze
Her tit undoes me.
Death is a woman,
Beautiful, luxurious,
Cold, waiting for me.
Saturn attempts to
Devour Venus, but she
Will burst forth from him.
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I spread you wide, rip
Your tights, fill you and press you
Nude against the glass.
Behind these cold dead
Eyes, what secrets do I hide?
Ones you’ll want erased.
Elevation comes
At the elven eleventh
Hour, just you wait.
Blindly blundered I
Through life and love and now am
Bound forevermore.
Better plan a quick
Funeral because you are
Fucking dead to me.