Jaime-kendrick

Bright lights unmask the specter Who turns out to be a nurse With a syringe in her hand and a sinister look On her face. What else could I expect from her but pain She likes to make people hurt, But I cannot run I am walking in a daze. Violence comes in every shape and form Sometimes from people you are suppose to trust, But what else can you do but complain? She is the one in charge All we can do is lay in bed Completely Soaked in her chemical rain. Noxious from the smell of puke and blood Mingled with the distinct odor of death, Afraid of them discovering I’ve been abusing meth And as a result treat me with utter disdai

Night falls like a canopy Over a widow’s androgynous bed, As she pleasures herself to the image Of a new object of interest that’s been Floating around in her head. Skin soft as marble Exposed by the silver light of the moon, Reveals the sin of onan being performed in that room. Candles melt as her desire continues to grow, The air is permeated with the charming scent Of her salivating womb as it drools in a constant flow. She wept in sorrow before discovering That she was sexually aroused by the dead, So she dug up her husband and brought him back home Where she can still straddle his desiccated bone Grinding her gen