Sweet Sensation by Justin Thomas Squires

Rate this Poem (5 best)


Slit your throat, watch you bleed out into the snow, oh sweet color of red on white, the white thirsts

It wants more, and your not dead, cut your tendons, fail to move around, the cold, the warmth flowing from your body in precious streams, glisten for me, let me taste you

Destined to be a corpse, Fail to be alive.

-Justin Thomas Squires
Contact me @ www.myspace.com/crudehaven