Cenotaph

Revenge

Cenotaph
Revenge

In my dreams, no my nightmares in the sea hate with the absence of fate.
Blind eyes crying with blood, like a vomit extinguishing my flammy
repulsion. Hold the broken flask filled with a sexual organ's liquid,
boiling tender, arises hunger, reminds my temper.Then submerged fantasies
unheard come close to my mind undoubted sophism but real necrophylism.An
ache begins inside, spreads through all veins caused by the zephyr of
damantion, yielding a substantial anger, makes me loose my will then o
visual dream appears, a pretty child is smiling to me.Being defeated in
these meanningless morbid dimensions, vaccinating blood, bestial bellow,
mouldy saw.Realization of what the inflamation inside gets bigger with an
increasing acceleration which is a varacious manner of torture.Displeased
demands of a morbid mind are never satisfied with an unsaturated solition of
a child's cerebraliquid and his foetusfull urine.Turn the skin inside out,
lick the vein veiled with blood. Button up his torn body with a rusty
needle, vibarate the slender body, attach the penis inside the diseased
porsions then lick again not only the secretions but lemphic as well.Make it
pour, taste its sour...

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