Forensics
Forensics
I travel
To see the blood
Oozing from the gashing wound
I desire
Need to know
The workings of the mind
spirit and drive
To understand the reasoning of death
I see beauty in blood
It’s art
Like the blooming of a rose
That unfolds
Into its own shape
Unfolding only to show beauty
But there is a price
To get close
Blood will flow
As the needle punctures
Like the knife
That welcomes into the flesh
Of your subconscious
MIND ORGY
Frontal lobes seductively rub each other’s folds
Their synapses fire in synchronized ecstasy
From the darkness inside the skull lux emanates all boundaries
Showers of spinal fluid leak into the body
Angled portals pass messages of god from section to section
Bringing the electricity to a forced meditation
Silent pleasure
Frontal lobes seductively rub each other’s folds
Their synapses fire in synchronized ecstasy
From the darkness inside the skull lux emanates all boundaries
Showers of spinal fluid leak into the body
Angled portals pass messages of god from section to section
Bringing the electricity to a forced meditation
Silent pleasure
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