I miss my stimulations.
Cutting edge mutilations.
Top of the line, in the flesh, cutter.
Borderline lover. Love this!
God choking on my plastic strap on.
Mary baking me a cake of angels' belly aches.
Jesus playing out back...
with a leash, wrapped around the highest branch of the tree.
...swaying in the spiritless breeze.
Eat your heart out. I'll devour you whole.
No compassion, I love my madness.
Picture this, you and me. Scratch you .
You're invisible in my fantasies.
I'm screaming, in vain. (Satan wants to play)
Veins pouring devotion to the floor.
Loving it. The feel of deaths grip.
Pulling my hair..biting my throat.
RIPPING IT TO SHEDS.
Hell is home, when home is unattainable.
Pain is mine, when you're too fucked up to feel.
And gods a bitch, when he's leaning against the wall..
taking it up the ass, with a gag..with that lil' red ball...
I ask of you, what THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO?!
I whisper condescendingly;
you should have listened, 5 yrs old, eyes glistened.
With tears swelling as much as the bruises .
Mommy, daddy. Anybody? God?! ?Jesus!?.
EASTER BUNNY. SANTA. TOOTH FAIRY?
The faggots are fakes in a world of mistakes.
Regret yourself, like I did.
Forget now, if you're still a kid.
Because...
I'm so frustrated, outdated compared to you.
So new. Shiny as my rusting blade...
But I'll cut you so quick you'll bleed blue.


A signature from my naomi 
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