Blasphemy Made Fresh

Oh what a gal!<br/> She seems such a perfect victim:<br/> This I can tell, for if beauty be guilt,<br/> she's guilty<br/> <br/> Ordinarily,<br/> I'd not wish to<br/> frighten her or hurt her,<br/> But such beauty inspires one<br/> to give the gift of murder<br/> <br/> She's the kind of girl you want to<br/> Run up to and tackle<br/> Through a window some floors up<br/> And splatter you both to hell<br/> <br/> O most luscious cenobite,<br/> you wield your whip<br/> as though it were another appendage;<br/> Favor me with pleasure-pain,<br/> rip me with your claws<br/> Chew me with your saw-toothed cunt<br/> <br/> Dead eyes alive with darkness to match their sockets,<br/> they blaze with unmatched cruelty<br/> Leave those long thorns embedded in your scalp,<br/> They look stuck in far enough to hurt<br/> <br/> You're not emoting:<br/> one of us will have to dig deeper;<br/> These are my cheek nails:<br/> Penetration, though unclean,<br/> can make you bleed<br/> in so many interesting ways;<br/> I rend your flesh and caress your fears<br/> as you weep<br/> <br/> Human tragedy...<br/> Let this be a lesson to you, it's symbolic<br/> Let this dirt define your grave<br/> <br/> Make them hate you, rotting cleric...<br/> Remember, you are pus of my loins, you are pus<br/> <br/> Give voice to your left side, let me in:<br/> I've sawn the seeds of your redemption;<br/> In subhumanicide, I am your guide:<br/> seventy-seven times make them die<br/> <br/> The sun is shining on a brand new day<br/> Blackened corpses smolder where they slain;<br/> Self-flagellation prompts him to confess:<br/> Bless me father, for I made this mess<br/> <br/> As I tear apart the dead things<br/> I annoint them with my seed<br/> <br/> Open Face Surgery: short on pain<br/> and long on masquerade<br/> Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight-<br/> nip here, tuck there...<br/> So who needs eyelids<br/> <br/> And then we fucked it...

Submitted by Lake of Tears — May 09, 2026