Here on the net of thousands,
interweb of honest lies and candy coated brothels.
Living the life,
sleep in the sun turning into a chocolate bar
melting into the grass.
My hair's growing wild up the walls like vines
like veins in your arms when they bulged out
when you inject that sweet herion.
Nectar of the gods in between my legs.
In between your legs,
grind against Mexican words,
pressed up against the sheets,
just drip wet a puddle underneath me, an ocean blue.
Here I spread rumors.
Create fiction for play.
Evil seduction. I AM GOD and you are my servant.
I cradle your bullshit like a child, slice you open.
Such ignorance.
I love to watch your heart alive in your chest
beating slowly dimming lights in the sky.
I would love to break you apart,
eat your bones,
have them stuck in my throat.
Endless bliss pointing and laughing,
you are a joke.
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