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so much I wish I could say but know I shouldn't utter a word.
silence is my sanctuary
haven't you heard? out of the whispers
a bleak void is what separates this voice from that choice to say
what would slice you up into oozing chunks of aching flesh
take your mind & contort the rest.
I am the bruise inside
the purple faded on pale rough skin.

when in doubt, i'll cut it out
all the pain within..
you may judge what I speak
but it'll come straight back to you.
your face is like a terrible sin
a memory that freezes me in between motion
crumpling my bones
suddenly everything gets so cold.

trust not what is seen
for it lies through gorgeous white teeth
& beautiful eyes, they undress you in vulgar ways
& ears that don't know what you mean.
& it feels as if theres a knife being pushed into your throat..
unable to escape.
only option left
is cry your heart out
in hopes of being saved

the guards have stepped beyond the door
for just this moment the bars are forgotten
wall of glass between us shattered by reality
as hands reach into jeans to feel my thickness there
waiting hungry life..
eyes dance as passsion grows within..
time is short and months of hunger explode..
grabbing fiercely at thin layers of fabroic betwen hunger and its release..
rip tear split share
deep kiss.. lingereing taste..
moistness slides around warm fingers..
teeth gently speak in the staccato verbs of pleasure and pain..
nails speak the secret message of longing
as they scream thru flesh
i had once spoke of my hunger for you
from behind the glass
fingers outstretched as they glided down it across your face..
words did no justice to the
rapture now washing over you
slam against wall as thrust deeply..
each chapter of my thick sex read slowly to the waiting ears of ur pussy
listen to my stories of hunger as each thrust reverberates against the wall..
shaking your form. breasts heaving as they crush against me…
twist slam. floor creeps up fast
as mouth clamps down around sex..
drink deep the taste of freedom..
sustenance for the long months between our next meeting..
tongue fucked deep..
choke me baby let me feel my world spin with your thighs around my neck..
hands drive into my scalp..
giving more of your pleasure to my hungers..
blood drawn on shoulders.
pain flicks tongue deeper into your flesh..
dance with the rhythm of last supper..
soon back to the warzone as reality creeps up through the steps of time to steal me away again..
each drive deeper into your center..
remember me as this cock fills you up..
sweet freedom of your sex..
sweet taste of your pleasure..
i release my all to you that iit may do u more good in the prison of the world than me in a place forever outside of it..
slam down as thrust finds release..
lifesblood flowing across your skin..
hurried rush of clothes
wrapped again in prison outfit..
i stare at the invisible number of your shirt..
you stare at my visible one..
stare deep and remember me baby

warm thighs wrapped around full submission to thievery.. gift of self wrapped in thrusts of emotion..

urgent hunger as life force funneled and shaped into the ram pounded tinto wall of distance between us as bodies meld together..

sensations rise to blur between lover and loved as boundaries of touch spread out into the ether to embrace me caress and know me as the warm winds know the blades of grass on a cold ground..

feel the dance of my kisses upon you as i seek warmth in the touch of your face there graceful curve as snuggle into warm lips as they wrap around the parts of me to be tasted and felt and listened to..

they sing to you as you wrap around all of me to be a home for this wandering soul after a hard long journey to find you there..

run from pain by diving through it
seeking to awaken from the cold
feel of its splash upon me
reach deep and wrap myself
in cloak of dreams
shelter from their sanity
know path of dreams
and wishes by the stroke
of their movements
as limbs animate
them as paintings
moving
dancing
upon the canvas of life
paintbrush
as lips
softly caress
painting the gift
of pleasure
watercolor
fingerpaints
color the air
red with
heat of
hunger as it slides
across molecules
of oxygen
to taste
moans as they escape
from ur lips..
tasted well and
washed down with
the sip of your eyes
as they mirror
the warmth
of the exchange
as our bodieds swim together
wrap your cunt around
my thrusting gift of
curiosity
as i seek the knowledge
hidden deep within unknown
flesh..
lessons learned in
warm comfort of my cell
companions bodies teach universal truths
shared with teachers and students
yet unknown to
the feel
of warm fingers
questing tongue
dancing heart
beating
against nipples
grazing hard
against tender skin..
pressed full crushed
into body wrapped around the gift of you

When man learned how to extract the soul, he made the flesh an outdated machine..
the human machine became unneeded and discarded in the waste pits of the outlands...
the mass extinction of 2022...

Blood heats, then begins to boil.
Electric flows with the clock's ever toil.
Chocking back screams,
Liquid pouring at the seams.
Lying in crimson this time,
And still see the shine.
Wrists are bloody and gory,
The dripping itself telling a story.
Bubbles of red dot the lips,
Not matching the blue of the fingertips.
A smile curved at the mouth,
The twisted visage oh-so foul.
Never looked so at peace before,
So the knife twists for even more.
The grating of the knife against bone,
Didn't even seem to be known.
Every second collecting dust,
Doesn't seem to diminish death's lust.
Then flesh begins to burn,
Insides slowly rot and turn.
You've set me up to fail this time,
And now, death's embrace is mine.