Friday, June 17, 2011

Passing Thoughts

Plunge that dagger into my chest! I want to feel the biting splitting pain rip flesh from bone. I want to feel the tip slowly pierce my pounding heart as the blade scrapes though my breast plate. Use your nails and gouge eyes from scull. Pull my limbs from their feeble sockets and yank the cartilage clean away. Hurt me, torture me, work on my skin with razors and flame. Let the blood pour forth like a macabre font of putrescent scum. Destroy this body and beat in my mind. Speak ancient incantations to mince my soul and leave the fragments wasted upon fields of shit. Trample my pride and take away my name. Leave nothing of who I was or will ever be behind; let there be no reminder that I ever existed. 

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