Don’t take your mask off

Childhood friend

You’ve never looked more beautiful

With your raccoon eyes

And your fat lip

And that small trickle of blood

From your perfect nose

Looks like liquid ruby

Taste like cherry

Look at me

And tell me that you hate me

Old love

Sink in to that deep dark chocolate pudding

So full of sweet syrupy sugar

Diseased gelatin mass

And smears your face

With that feces-colored mass

Rip your intestines out

And scream no more

Stop the fantasy

Stop pretending that there is a pot of pudding

At the end of the black rainbow

Only dead misguided souls

Thirsting for my blood

And your flesh

And sigh, moan

As they caress the flaccid breasts of their Messiah

And whimper like newborns

Mewl like little kittens

As you swallow them whole

And the Naïve Jesus

Cradles her entrails

And Laughs insanely

At the Absurdity of Life

Death is a master-less worm

That plagues your maggot-infested insides

And feast on your putrefied eyes

Once bluer than the morning sky

But even though your decayed face

No longer resembles the woman’s

I once knew and loved

And vowed to cherish

Until the end of my days

Every night

I would cradle your decomposed frame

And sweet lullabies would flow from my lips

To ensure you a good night’s sleep...