hunger of seed

their cascading blues
conversed with



marinated pink and red
velvet skin and bone
clean cut white



wash away the
decomposed frown
and sip from your
body's wishing well



don't doubt what
he gave you personally
each one of them
spurts alcoholic fountain
of crimson shard, rosy sip



foamy gut
absorbed your
appetite, revived and
fed by his misfortune
you said so yourself
the day he was born



you promised you would
every little fucking darling
reminds you of him
feed the need to
kill the roots
to kill the seed
to satisfy the vibrant greed