As he’s sawing off my limbs, I fall in love with its pain.
He can’t wear white shirts because they’d soak in crimson stains.
Ice cold from the winters..we’ve sustained blisters.
Pierce open my skin straight down to the veins.
I love the way he EATS ME! <3
Until he's all done.
Better mop the floor, it’s in so much BLOOOOD!
Lure me inside, then slip me a drug.
I’m unconscious being sewn like a bloody-soaked rug.
As he wipes my soul on his face, it is turning me on.
After 72 hours, the police pronounce me gone.
Heart ripped from my chest.
Oh, my ribs taste the best.
He just wants me close, and everyone says it’s wrong.
I love the way he FEEDS ME! <3
My kidneys are his drums.
I come to in a room leaking so much BLOOOOD!
He reached into my diaphragm to harvest my lungs.
My body’s in his freezer, and it’s been there for months.
As he slaughters me like an animal, He’s stealing my heart.
He always wears black just to scavenge my parts.
Butcher knife sharp as a dream.
Come suck out my spleen.
I’m fucked as hell, once his music starts.
I love the way you DISEASE ME! <3
Let’s have some more fun.
His hands smell like pennies because they’re covered in so much BLOOOD!
No, it’s nothing personal because he just wants love.
Anyone could see that, yet they still call it lust.
As he loves me, does he love me not..at least.
But he’s sure not to waste me, not one single drop.. or piece.
If he wants the best.
He chews on my flesh.
Fall asleep underwater ‘til the bubbles finally stop.. or cease.
I love the way you CARESS ME! <3
I’m in need of his touch.
I’m obsessed with the pool of so much BLOOOOOD!
He cuts me open, and starts to play in my guts.
I’m jealous of the others, I prefer it be us.
As he’s wearing my skin, he says “Please, please, PLEASE never leave me..
I didn’t want to hurt you so I just drugged you completely.
I don’t kill for my laughter..
Just happily ever after.
I swear to God, I want you, and I love you so much for feeding me!”
I love the way you DRINK ME! <3
I’ll bet I can make you drunk.
Syringe filled with vodka in an arm with so much BLOOOOD!
You can bleach my bones, but where the hell is my hug?
If he don’t pull a trick, he can handle my plug.
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Desmond Razzano
My name is Desmond, and I have a love and passion for writing of all kinds, especially poetry! Most of the content I write about reflects more of my experiences and my pain, and my joy! Every entry or story I post was written by me.
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