The romans buy boys
like plastic sex toys
and eat them up with garum
Throw a pound of fat on the fire
the pire
will be broadcast on channel four
The bread and the circus
will be sure to jerk us
away from the funerals of the damned
There is a house called hell
on a river of tears
where virgins sell
a taste of years
waiting to be spent
The maitrede sells youth like wine
and the pious do wait
to taste the divine
ambrosia of hate
rotting on the crucifix
She looked into my soul
with her empty smile
and kissed me with blood stained lips
dripping like ruby tears
and whispered
“I loath you for the way you make me feel”
her breath was cold as steel
steel stiller than her heart
in black and white
and death was her art
We stood inside a marble tomb
a place of death that was my womb
and […]
With the podcast link going nowhere lo these many months, I’ve finally begun the long trek to temporary internet stardom, soon to be followed by an inevitable fall from grace leading my shameless prostitution of yet another psuedo-hip MTv in a desperate attempt to wring the last drops of attention out of the fading attention […]