It’s Time We Had That Talk


all of you,


that’s right,

let those words sink in,


below your skin,

let then wrap their way around the rotting,

calcified thing you call a soul,

oh how it pleases me to see you squirm,

followed by the river of red I shed,

from your withered,

pathetic throat.

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. I do my best work under little light as possible


  2. I accept your challenge, sir! Pistols at dawn?

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