The Integration Of Worms To The Guts

Mouth wet,
Crotch wet too.
Throw myself into you.
Too angelic.
Need your wings broken.
Train wrecks are way sexier.
Kill the sweet.
Pollute the innocence.
White is boring.
Move on.
Blood is red.
And soon you’ll be too.
When I sink my teeth into you.
I have a need.
A duty to do.
You must understand.
But no, how could you?
The flowers are no longer pitiful.
Pleasured and perfect.
Sure I’d love to.
Thanks for asking.
Do you have the knife?
No I do.
The blood is always on my hands, it seems.
Forgive me for wanting.
I’m just thinking.
But it feels a little like cheating.
Hands to myself.
But I’m sick of this one.
How lovely yours does smell.
You’re a key,
But to all the wrong doors, I’m afraid.
For me and for you.
The clouds are darker these days.