Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read
Saturday, September, 8th 2018
His Grave
I dug his grave and saw his bare body
I poked around his anatomy
Seeking the wound
Next I rape his conscious
Soaking every flaw
Whether or not imagined
Nevertheless; insecurities
Blood I can drink
It tastes so sweet
Are you really what you say? Or what I want you you to be?
It's your demise, otherwise
Choose wisely
Until then, I'm idle by your side waiting for my time to rise
Say bye to all your pretty lies and swallow your pride
Or
Take them to your grave
You swine