T2
Name: T2
Reps: Keystyles
Title: "Last Caress"
nervous, dreadfully nervous. the deed was done,
love and ardor we endured to conceive this son,
grief has sunk my love; horror curdles my veins,
you, my one love your life now whirls in the drain,
scrubbing my hands, cant rid the swirls, the stains,
insane? hearken, though you may fancy me mad,
midwives fainted from that evil glance that he had,
entranced, im his dad. his figure was disconjointed,
your all i ever wanted. monster, disappointment,
imperfect, hideous beast. his complexion got worse,
you ate your mothers insides, torturer, god's curse,
his condition decreased, oh how grossly it fell,
my senses sharpened i heard all, mostly in hell,
very stealthily i inched the door open a crack,
carpet crunched beneath, light showed in the back,
silhouette of my failure, paralyzed by deep fears,
look into my eyes love, as he dies lick his sweet tears,
behold his cradle, the axe head wrapped in flesh,
ugly death, sweet lovely death just one last caress.
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