dead skin mask
graze the skin with my finger tips
the brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means
provocative images
delicate features so smooth
a pleasant fragnnce in the light of the moon
dance with the dead in my dreams
listen to their hallowed screams
te dead have takem my soul
temptation lost all control
simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
lose all mind control rationale declines
empty eyes enslave the creations of placid faces
and lifeless pageants
in the dephts of a mind insane ,
fantasy and reality are the same
graze the skin with my finger tips
the brush of the dead warm flesh pacifies the means
incised members
ornaments on my being
adulating the skin before me
slayer
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