Ghashly Gore Poem by Nate Jones

thoughts inside my head
a heart is going dead
no turning back
i have lost the map
crimson eyed
crystal tears
washing away my ugly fears
frozen inside
fake a smile
run for over a mile
sharpen ax
and you will hack
off my head
until i'm dead
before then riping apart
my apartment door
but in reality its my heart
don't mind the ghashly gore
love and make satirical frown
without mercy beating me down
as it begins to warm
and will be torn
velvety the lips touch my flesh
soft and gentle and lush
prickly soreness cuts
your a sl*t
as purple lines bleed
why don't you leave me be
going below the surface
i sense the riftness
thinking i have satyriasis
its my diagnosis
drizzling crimson anguish
never to be vanquish