May 17, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 04: Ruminative Relic - 2005 Sad Loss
Amaranthine Fetish
You cower Behind your false bravado Preying on the young Those without strength It is because you are weak I dare you though Try it now With me amongst you Your end would not be swift I would hold you like a bug Crushing your will Tendons would be severed Rendering you immobile I will maintain your life As one by one I peel back the layers With lidless eyes You will see all Without tongue You will not scream For by your rules I'd have to kill you But you will live to regret I will make you understand Piece by piece I will reveal to you So that she may wash Cleanse the blood from her hands For you will confess Your blood will tell For I will write your truth with it When I am done with you And that will take some weeks Authorities will be directed to you They will save you Maintain your remnant life But you will convey naught For I will have taken you eyes You lost the tongue early Your eardrums have been shattered With no limbs You are but a shell A vestige of humanity As your kind make us Know that I will do this Not in anger Not with violence But with care And a sense of disappointment © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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