codexwyrm

Misogynecology

I come with the setting sun

You seek poison beneath my gaze
Every breath as wasted life
Misspent words of fulfillment
Seek the flesh that never wavers
Above the mind that never stirs
I am the gutter
I am disgrace
The voice that wails in your fucking face
I am the seeking
I am the death
That you ignore with wasted breath
You look for meaning with half-closed eyes
You look in your cunt for misplaced lies.
The ages move on and you become
Their fodder, battles barely won.
The pressed lips of a vaginal smile
Holds the blood in tight
With the thrust of your finger
You continue the fight.
The fate of your soul
Balanced on the head of a prick,
The painted fist in your ass
Bludgeons the stillborn child of your lazy mind.

Your eyes so hungry
You will never eat
The flesh of God
Your clitoral meat.