�black snake moan.
07-26-2013, 11:41 AM
nameless his body wires with fluidity, power rippling from each gibbous thread of thew that so ornately decorates his abhorrent offering. rasping and despondent the asinine carving of flesh arouses his internal qualm, his aspiring damnation. languid and salacious were he, non but for one. the resounding memory of his dear madam thrumming in his head as a gentle spark. angry and belligerent against her wants, her carnal wishes he thrashes. slowly his temptation becomes more vivid, his anger more capably manifested. jaws gnash and tongue writhes in disgust, his positiong forfeited at the benefit of another, and it becomes at her side that he detests, it becomes at her side that he may not leave. pestered forever in an eternal embrace as her lying fingers would distastefully rummage through his o-too-lively corpse. bending to her forsaken will the wretched whore is none other than his love, his focus, his soul. and yet, how does one so admire that by which they pray to burn; it is, for he too, wishes to burn, wished to fall for his desecration, his disgusting exploitation. He faces his consequences, baring the cross by which burns him, the grotesque demon, and yet he knows not it is only the beginning of his unfathomable and eternal suffering. perhaps, though, he is not alone in his encumbering suffering. slimy and grotesque he protrudes from the shadows, the chirping of the lowly crickets all that destroys his well forged resonance. Silence, being his holy grail he says nothing to the nigrescent lad before him, says nothing to the despicable cretin existing non to far from him. His tail, o it sways, o it turns, much like that of an agitated feline and he watches, disturbs, and contemplates his actions before the feral snarl deep in his diaphragm is expulsed. raging fire, consuming smoke. his detestable frame rises in malignancy and nothing more than the imprudent wish to defy. you are but a man like me, and you lack the aptitude to bend me! |