SENSES

there's an undeniable texture to violence
so it makes me wonder if i can taste it
theres a feeling i get when you grow silent
i take it in so now i breathe it

the flesh that was once filled
with rosy splendor
now a cold pale shell
waiting for me to
dismember
the steel will be baptised
in the crimson rivers
that pour forth

i can hear the breaking skin, meat and bone
i can feel the flowing hair, soft and long
i can smell your perfume, sweet yet musky
and now i can finally

taste