The picture somehow fitted this madness of mine very well.
Seeking the boundaries of my own insanity and existence I found myself wanting a certain death. One though where I was facing myself on the brink of breaking down. A memory long lost in the depths of a very dark past that was once my own.
Dying Wish!
Will you become
the death
of me!
Glorious elegance
to rip my heart
from its prison
and soak
its contents
in your blood.
Twisted madness
erode my soul
with contempt
in final hour
igniting arousal..
Poisoned fumes
intoxicated
dying breath
euphoric calm
in evil laughter.
Flesh and bones
imperious trophy
of conquest
on display
for us to see.
Will you become
the death
of me?
©Ranting Crow2014-’15
Ranting Crow 