Monday, June 24, 2013

Memoirs of a dead man

You've seen me once...
I wiped the blood off my smile
My eyes shivering in angst
Tears burning my cheeks,
I loved it, I told you that.
I kissed you with bloody lips
Even after biting 2 human hearts
You caressed my kafer lips.
You were feeding from my killings.
Your hunger withered,
Obsession clouded your appetite.

Stretch marks adorn your tummy
Seizures became your game
Fumes emanating from mouth
Your conscious shredded off in time,
Your killing fetish controlled the souls.

Inside your tummy was a lair for our offspring.
How could I possible not see this
You were feeding it, I was feeding it.

Did I wait too long?
11 months are enough to turn it into a carcass, I said!
You see, I was darker than you.
And no child would ruin that for me.
You watched me kill our son.

Child, for 11 months you made art,
You killed him with your poisonous womb, you were too shy to miscarriage
What did I think, nursing a kid in a thorny Rosey bush?
A freshly graduated killer, as a lover.
Oh Mary mother of Christ, take your son's thorny crown.

 Forgive me for sins I haven't made, but created! In death we resurrect life, in death we make art..

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