12-03-2015, 10:07 AM
A trade of sorts
As I enter my crime scene
lifting up the plastic tape,
and wrapping it round her mouth
the gloom reveals
its still images, a map
inside a camera flash
for me to follow.
I cut the power, growing
more accustomed to the silence.
In every corner there is a wide
eyed darkness so thick,
I smear it on my
ashen naked flesh,
it can only be found in this room,
in this moment.
The layers bury
this wretched feeble body
from which I will be reborn.
I need the flowers
they smell sweeter
the closer we become,
a dozen red roses.
My collection starts
inside her warm torso,
the rib cage splayed,
practiced on pigs
with great success,
I face her west, in a white dress
and brunette wig,
we can be together now,
my first flower,
replaced by a wilting
black rose that falls
with my sweat as I work.
Only eleven more.
As I enter my crime scene
lifting up the plastic tape,
and wrapping it round her mouth
the gloom reveals
its still images, a map
inside a camera flash
for me to follow.
I cut the power, growing
more accustomed to the silence.
In every corner there is a wide
eyed darkness so thick,
I smear it on my
ashen naked flesh,
it can only be found in this room,
in this moment.
The layers bury
this wretched feeble body
from which I will be reborn.
I need the flowers
they smell sweeter
the closer we become,
a dozen red roses.
My collection starts
inside her warm torso,
the rib cage splayed,
practiced on pigs
with great success,
I face her west, in a white dress
and brunette wig,
we can be together now,
my first flower,
replaced by a wilting
black rose that falls
with my sweat as I work.
Only eleven more.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out