B0dy

Not exactly at my best.

I could be better at this than now.

More lines on the body could do me good.

Although it is thin, that isn’t enough.

The anger and disgust that boils and burns more being.

That itself takes ahold of me.

Channeling that into movement can help it cool.

Like ice on bright metal.

The tighter the skin, the smaller I seem.

The tighter the skin, there’s less chance to trap me.

A gum on the body that symbolizes the tender, juicy core.

A rot that scars the mind.

A rot that causes the fight or flight to never stop.

A rot I so crave to take a hold of my body.

A rot that controls the sensual seduction.

A rot that feeds my lust and hunger for blood and cum.

A rot that runs the water on my tongue.

A rot that shines the colors in my aura.

A rot that forced me to find myself unexpectedly.

A rot that symbolizes the pain and agony I felt.

A rot that is the pain and agony I felt.

A child who craved that hunger endlessly.

Never satisfied, never satisfied.

Sex is more than just touch.

Sex is a fire, molten lava that cries out for more.

Sex is the water, earth, fire, wind that identifies life.

Clawing at the flesh below me, waiting for a moment.

A moment in time where I will break my vow.

A water of richness and bitterness.

A water of life.

The movement i so crave will explode within me.

A desire in escape of my skin that sheds all the time.

The rot will define journey.

The rot will push me to do more.

The rot will feed my last breath before shining in glitter and gold.

The reflection of the metal around my neck defines who I am.

The purrson I was always meant to be.

The person I have always been.

The grave I will soon see will not be the end.

Eternal death will help me find a new definition of life herself.

The hidden colors of life I will soon see with my bare eyes.

The colors and shapes that don’t exist until you see clearly.

The rot will find purity in time.

The rot is purity itself.

The rot will feed my dance with life and fuel the meaning of myself.

The dance will find me.

I will find you.

The frequency of fear that tears me apart.

The fear that I can no longer feel.

So what tears me apart?

The fear, or the rot?

You can’t stop the rot.