Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on July 14th of 2022. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my Patreon page.
They want me dead, they want my head, they hang on to every word I said
For far out pictures, eyes wide splintered, open wound festering pulsating blisters.
Drop to the floor, all the guts and gore, innards spill out of my core.
The demon feeding semen grotesque bile and bowels split on the tree man. Your screams can’t even reach them.
Hope to see the dreams filled with agonizing steam, piercing through the seems so much my ears bleed!
I raped dead and dirty, my head hurts and and I can’t do anything.
Yet they blame me.
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