Achieving micro-light orgasms,
surrounded by the pipe-lines of evil with a smile,
when they touch your skin,
making a fissure in denial,
round and round until it hurts no more,
round and round until it brings the gore
..You can almost feel the violence blasting the echo-screens letting out the universal sound,
for which your merciful fate is bound,
rotten wounded something evolving into nothingness
..by the end of the act.. the whispers were all gone...
...you were still able to enjoy the final breath flash...
...round and round…consuming your flesh...
agony and despair had became your only friends now..
Nevertheless, the beauty of emptiness was evident..
rather than a mess, a full time bless...
...who did this.....can...you...guess?

( bY .. Mesca .. 05-03-2003 - 17:29 )