Cenotaph

Revenge

Cenotaph


Revenge

In my dreams, no my nightmares; in the sea hate with the absence of fate. 
Blind eyes crying with blood, like a vomit extinguishing my flammy 
repulsion. Hold the broken flask filled with a sexual organ's liquid, 
boiling tender, arises hunger, reminds my temper.Then submerged fantasies 
unheard come close to my mind; undoubted sophism but real necrophylism.An 
ache begins inside, spreads through all veins caused by the zephyr of 
damantion, yielding a substantial anger, makes me loose my will then o 
visual dream appears, a pretty child is smiling to me.Being defeated in 
these meanningless morbid dimensions, vaccinating blood, bestial bellow, 
mouldy saw.Realization of what; the inflamation inside gets bigger with an 
increasing acceleration which is a varacious manner of torture.Displeased 
demands of a morbid mind are never satisfied with an unsaturated solition of 
a child's cerebraliquid and his foetusfull urine.Turn the skin inside out, 
lick the vein veiled with blood. Button up his torn body with a rusty 
needle, vibarate the slender body, attach the penis inside the diseased 
porsions then lick again not only the secretions but lemphic as well.Make it 
pour, taste its sour...