My Middle Name Is Revulsion

Ruins of an old folks home,
ancient devils locked away,
but here in the ashes I roam,
my skin peeling from the bone
By the fire ignited by dismay.

And I feel wrapped in a hollow womb,
and violated by ire's perfume.
Like the scent of decaying hearts,
blurring the icy rain in fog,
playing a game called "cat and dog";
and an embrace of razors around private parts.

My hands,
twisting to the form of demands.
Wrapped like cobras around her breast,
it's like my blood was obsessed.

And then the spotlight shone on me;
shredded angels poured like rain,
their impurity digesting my maturity.
Seizures erupting from the mud in my veins,
I was found in the tides of cheap champagne.

My body has lost control,
and I can feel the sanity taking a stroll.
Beneath me like wicked nights,
wrapped in the silk of Egypt,
but so ended the erotic script...

Not a drop of lust lost,
still tormented by the echoes of bedtime fantasies...