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Bleed
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filth Dead
the corpses rotting flesh and vile entrails drug everywhere as fluids spread across the cement like the waves i wished to swallow me.
I wished the blood of the man who died in front of me in a frail attempt to protect what he loved,
only to birth the being that would destroy his family,
God!
Those vile hands, their rough, terrifyingly delicate touch.
The way that his eyes would go from what was a safe blue sky to the alien ice of the arctic,
meant only to freeze you as he did what his body and the shambles of a broken mind demanded.
Hot breath on your face as his sweat, slick and warm drips on you, resembling the way you cried once begging for it to stop.
Only his hot stomach on yours seemed to satisfy his lust filled with self loathing.
Dead are his eyes,
unstable,
an animal in a self inflicted cage,
ravenous for something other than self-pity.
finding it in the skin in an innocent.
like every contagion,
solice was found in tainting that which is pure.
