Slave

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Skin stretched
Curtains folded in a line 
Corridors blemished 
You've got that liquid look
Silently slimy from your head down to your toes. 

Footprints down the hall
Hatchet carried
About to fall
Flesh split 
Spine twist'd.

You've got that black ribbon on your neck
Curtains folded on the bed 
Fishing line tied
Ribbon down your sides 

You've got that blood
You've got the rhythm of the dead mask ghastly like a haunting in the backside of Texas planted underground with their chords cut out 

You've got that skinny dipping liquid skin so tight he's gonna wish he never kissed it

Razors on the inside
Out 
of the venom 
Throw it out the drop top 
Wheels never screeching, so they never make a mark.

Silently blessed it
The Holy Spirit doused in red

Led you to a brothel
Gold upon eyelids 

The Cruces of this story
Are underneath the bed frame 

Glasses lacking champagne 
Fang deep in penetration 
Within the firelight is the serpentine 
The 16th element is all about us. 

Girl by the bridge moulded with this feeling of ambivalence. 
But it's just like 
Room 1404
The one with the ribbon on the door

It's you on the floor 
Balls deep 

To separate us

Blindfold. 

Prepared to make it out alive
Thousand spins of motion sickness
You feel the body 
You feel the skin
Heel pressed into your ribcage 
Bondage. 

Liquid leather 
Wrapped around your neck. 

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