Dark Poem ~ Blood, Cum, & Wasted Goods

by Omega Maverick on 2018/03/09

Blood on the floor.
Banging on the door!
Peer though the hole.

As it has been,
a million times before…

Breath beating past.
Staring at the parted grass.
Arched body moving fast.

Hearing her shriek!
Soon, curdling scream.
So soon seems sheik.

One cannot wait…
for it to get quiet.

For this day to be her last.

Wasting Away.
Rotting, decay.
Holding onto dreams.

Soon, her spirit frays.

Cleaning the blood.
Seeing the dove.
Want it to end.

Virginity’s a sin.

Nothing left. Give up in the end.
Just… blood, cum, & wasted goods.

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