Your outsides were not enough,
I wanted more,
and when I touched you
I wanted more
and when your arms moved
I wanted it badly. You.
So when your skin turned
cold at my intentions
I only wanted to taste everything
and tear it open
to find all the layers of you
and find their secrets
and please myself....

Your outsides were my boundries
but I did not oblige them,
I would traverse them
thrashing myself against you
to satisfy my hunger
and when the taste of all your
bleeding edges
grew pale
I reached my hands in
up to the elbows to find out where
your heart was.

Your outsides were my possession
so I possessed you
and when I was inside you I was a god over you
and I made you know it.
When I moved inside you I could feel the
ticking of what you were
and it made me hot.
It made the sweat break out and
the blood move faster
and so I hit you.
To bring your insides out and make you
cover me all over with your screams
and crushed flesh
and it made me want you more.
Everything that you were I had. Everything
you were I took.
Everything you would ever be I created
from my greed.

03/11/2003

Author's Note: if he were here before me i would tear him apart with my bare hands and make him suffer slowly for years and years before i let him die and even then he would not know how badly he hurt me.

Posted on 03/12/2003
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