Anna Pest - Pathetic Consummation

A serenade sung
With a souring note of pity
And the sexless cadence
Of tumbling bones

"I'm ready for you"

I take your poison into me
Administered with the erratic rhythm
Of raindrops on the rusted windowsill
Of the fractured light
That floods through these
Shaking, mangled blinds

Sticking palms
And reluctant flesh
In this fetid cell
Where dreams have died
And slowly rot

A pathetic consummation
An egregious desecration
A repugnant copulation

My shameful concession
To your salacious affront
Execrable transgression
I would scrape every bit of flesh
That your prick touched with a knife
Out of my fucking cunt

May you live forever
And suffer