Blood spatter
Brain matter
Pinwheel wind of angry deaf wailings
Floating on discrete indiscretions
Wanna fight? Wanna Play?
Come and get me... you Know where I lay
Like a thief, you would creep
Into my bedroom, while I fast asleep
Treacherous, and I with this knife
One eye open, waiting for this fight
Our reckoning
Our battle
Our dirty deeds-
Our sideshow of freaks
Washed away your anonimity
With bloody hands of Glory's Gift
So here I await..............
In the grass, your lying snake-
Come feed desire
I can't fucking wait...
Original Poetry
J. Montefusco (hows that for ya?)
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