Fumbling fingers, blood spilt on white piano keys; and you speak of unborn virgins that lift their skirts with pride.
Soaking, delicious, blood falls lazily, streams down between your legs with a soft moan of pleasure.
the eyes spring forward with madness, the spine breaches the surface; fumbling fingers now achingly precise.
Do not stop! Crouching, slithering from piece to piece, page to page; lick each divine composition with breathless certainty.
Whisper the beauty you see before you, the horrific beauty that huddles deceitfully in the shadows of this monster.
Spit words and verses that are scribbled out on sleepless mornings, fresh dew; the words I know you never meant to say.
Eyes wide and mouth ready to take the fall, dissipate the truth from our veins and smile with bloody teeth.
Persisting, prolonged, ever-present, you shake when I suck you dry, I shake when you look in my direction.
