Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Evil came to stay

breaking, shattered, frail. lungs crystallized and lost in a patterned kaleidoscope of panic filled day dreams, breathing is short lived and heavy, like wet clothes after drowning.
I saw you. I wanted to take you between my fragile fingers and slowly drain the rest of life out of your gold digging, rotting existence. in the seconds between blinking I see your true face, the devourer of children and purity, face soaked with blood, newborns and fetuses still stuck between your teeth.
you will die bitch if not by my hand than by my dogs.