Ancient mouth
Full of bleach
Measured meat
Fell from teeth
Crepuscular words
Putrid ooze
Squamous skin
Wasted wombs
She controls
She controls
As old ones order
She installs
The marry ghosts
Of Eugenicville
The hart inhales
Her dank breath everyday
Can't erase
Her stench bleeds evert cell
Bloody handed ports of heaven whisper Mias al lullabies and feeding
From the tree of cancer babies that she
Seeded in a wildwood of nameless wounds
Faceless
Worthless
Sinless sacrificials
Blissfully
Dance in the
Holt flesh grinder
(Taking giblet pulps)
"What would others"
(Thinking offals)
"Think about us?"
(Taking giblet pulps)
"What would others"
(Thinking offals)
"Think about us?"
She has boogeymans for naughty girls
She has big guns for lovely boys
She has white lilies and tiaras
She has big plans for all of us
She collecting virgin wombs and sharping nippers' teeth for hunting
Feeding from the tree of cancer babies
She seeded in a wildwood of nameless wounds
Faceless
Worthless
Sinless sacrificials
Blissfully
Dance in the
Holt flesh grinder
(Taking giblet pulps)
"What would others"
(Thinking offals)
"Think about us?"
(Taking giblet pulps)
"What would others"
(Thinking offals)
"Think about us?"
These eyes are not mine
Eye stitcher sits around the river
With a childish joy she shivers
While she fondes her collection of cadavers
Wrinkled Black leathery fingers
And grotesque nails marrily lingers
On cold, wet, pale, gray bodies among her crypt flowers
Loathsome creature grabs one
Gouge its eyes and sing a song
I forebode my perilous times has come
Tormeting screams rise
Wicked thumbs push my eyes
Squishing sound echoes like a keen pain bites my mind
Sewing dead one's eyeballs
On to my dark holes
So I could only see what she wants me to be
These eyes are not mine