Moan.
Tear the skin while it saturates and scolds.
Breathe fear while it tugs the organ sore.
Told the prayer that would linger and unwind.
It feels good to fantasize.
I'm underneath a house (This house)
This house where I was born (In this change)
My former body mourned.
and with the last breath being drawn,
it felt so jaded, it hadn't noticed that you'd gone.
It lived a lifetime without pain.
It kept those losses living.
It could recite them all by name.
It's been thinking as of the late of the perfect child and father it would make.
You're grown up. You're so strong and healthy.
I'd love to pull the eyes out and take them home with me.
Try to perpetuate this ageless game.
Try to rectify and never blame this blood-sucking faggot, learned to make it alright.
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