Write To This: March 31st

[Spekz.]

[Jon]

It is art...

Think of my hate -
as a way of saying thanks for great things...
Ironicness ponders this;
parched page, 'aka' my soul.
Split me in two - & get to the bottom of it;
maybe you'll find my heart...

[Soule]

Being sincere here&there
where people appreciate
the good that others do
maybe breaking a promise
will open these eyes,
because the world is cold
and others will show that
ripping open your chest
devouring your heart
and this is when fear
is born.

Fear isn't always physical
but just as mentally insane
breaking the heart of one
to be happy about yourself
burning thoughts like paper
just to cross your schedule
and when the time comes
you're deepest fear,
was being forgotten.

[Orc]

I loose a deep growl like a predator
Gracefully poised to devour you.
Eyebrows raised in mock surprise
The chase is on.
You think it's a game, sport.
Marveled by your naivety,
I undress you with startling sensuality
Your hips swaying
As carefree as a tree in a hurricane.
We tumble; playing rough
My fangs pierce your neck,
In response you bite your lip..
Pleasure meets pain
They are nothing but old accomplices.
You moan, shuddering as if
Overcome by evil thoughts.

It is then we climax together.

I'm numb,
In a terrifying explosion;
I tear through your
Spongy inviting flesh.
Devouring you like a morsel.
I begin frantically clawing
At my empty eye-sockets
Primeval I beat my chest with pride
Snorting with derision,
We're one, a metamorphosis occurs;
Mind and soul combined
A terrible thing to behold
The heavens shatter and Lucifer screams
Night merges with day.

And it's over, just as soon as it began.