splatted

nothing is working nothing is working

there are no words here and really never were

we can’t find them anymore

shes taken them and hidden them away

deep deep

where no one can find them

she wont whisper i love you

she wont say anything

she just sits back

and watches

and laughs

wont let us out this time

stuck inside forced to eat what she does

fathom what comes

what evil she does when she is

loosed

the serf

we are crazy in here and we do not know the way out

she wont let us go

toes curl up on the vine

fat and purple little grapes smash

and juice

under the pressure this will pop too

if one hand would reach up to the light

then fingers could go on working what they will

but then again

the memory of choking seems so sweet

burning hair

penny taste of blood

lick those fat lips this wicked tastes so fancy

silver hot and tender to the touch

Silky black like toasted Brains. Make me whole you sick fucking beast.