Still You Talk...

Your incessant bitching

gnawing at my soul

making me sick

your putrid love filling my stomach

burning; acid in an open mouth

melted tongue; decayed teeth

ravaged by your own toxic words

yet still you talk

right into my brain, my blood

mouth foaming and twisted

yet still you talk



No need for your rotted festering body

hatred; contagious leprosy, rigor mortis sets in

you talk through my soul; into my heart; spinning my thought out of control

pounding in my ears; in my flesh

the drums of a funeral march; tainted by murder

tearing open the silence; the sickness

bruised and bloodied

beaten beyond recognition from the inside out

egotistical contaminants pour from your deformed mouth

yet still you talk

unfeeling; cold

metallic; robotic

rehearsed telepathic evil

spreading like spilled milk

and you cry...and you break

but you don't feel!

but you don't see!

YET STILL...YOU TALK!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2001

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