Rabidus
Dripping Crimson rivers reign dunes of flesh, apart from what is mine. A carmine king dons a crown, circulating his amber like cancer. A caveat to the incompetent. A cautioned box irreversibly opened. I crave rust, a caustic appetite, a palate for ferrum. They are prone to affliction and conceal from it, I wear it as skin. They look upon themselves, pressed upon cherry reflections, bound to tissue, congealing. The floor a canvas for my cardinal masterpiece. My symphony, a concoction exhorted, culminating disorder. A disgusting heap of clutter, of mess. Like Jekyll is to Hyde, they cowered, I conquered.
Comments 0
Loading...