further seems forever when the cold rain beats down like a thousand drums on my face, and hits the street in conjuncture with the slap of my soul on the wet pavement. but that's what you do -send chills up my back like worms in my veins and leave that residue as blood laden stains with strains of pesticide -cyanide as love spilling from pores as acid rain. you melt my skin and peel back the bone to feast on the sweet marrow of my wants -needs that you breathe as smog choking, provoking me to stay because it burns the way you play... saws, knives, and rusty nails impale -shred through maps of skin seeping out the crimson rivers that gush from under, ripping asunder my entrails -my lungs i use to gurgle my love for you. wiping sweet sticky red vino across your cheek as you tear out my larynx with your teeth, and squeeze my head until my eyes pop out -you fuck the sockets urging brain matter as semen to cum out my ear canals.... sinking your nails into my lower jaw and pulling -tearing joints away from ligaments away from bone, what a pleasing sound. cut off my head with a butcher's axe and mount it at the foot of your bead -lay my body down tattered and shorn under your covers -detaching my appendages and shoving them inside you over and over again.... it could be sweet to fuck you bloody and raw, i'd use my penis -you'd use a gas powered chainsaw. 