Soft sweet whispers of organ juice protrude like malicious barbs on a stinger that pierce me at the moment of salacious impact. Written in soft crescendo I realize the insanity of the impact as it moves softly through me and encases me as the eruption of my erected brainstem is pierced and ejaculates soft sweet whispers of eroding organ juice that trickles down in the flesh of my thoughts to take over, infect and dominate with hot sweet corrosion.
Climbing the wall of corroded thoughts and juiced up erosion of vulnerability, I brace myself for insane influence of take over from the nemesis. Not giving in; I try not to burst in fragmented matter- but it ascends and pulls the strings of my veins up and I fight; as it grabs me but ever so gently. I divide and split like a pea popping out for the first time to lay its conscience iridescence of knowledge and sophistication of meaningful genius of grand and graceful influence of desire.
I survive but only to lift up in opulence as the psychosis of the nemesis burns the walls my thoughts and rages like a million fire ants that are pulling apart the flesh of my thoughts and to grind on to ensure notoriety and protection for what lies ahead.
Stabbed, abused and stagnant I survive but only to see the hard hitting insane impact of the nemesis like a tsunami that ripped through every ounce of flesh that dropped into a seemingly organic death, only to cause my blood to divide and conquer into blocks of solitary confinement.
Tiny bits of rage crowd me into a box only to close and laugh as I try to scratch my way out. Looking down at my bloated fingers of torn flesh and bone protruding, my eyes grow wide and bully me to see inside- the dark, and I digress into a serious beast in battle with an arrogant dominate force that has a hold on me, only to tease me but please me in a salacious but violating silence.
Penetrating pain and lust builds as the excruciation of fire and ice leaves me hanging, only to make me batter myself with a tune, sweet and melodious. Breathing with small breaths of painful sweet sophistication; the very part of me wants to float lightly but only to wake up still encased in rage as my brainstem drops down in my body collecting every ounce of life so death can tease me, touch me, and hold me so strong that the mere thought of thoughts are physically and internally psychotic.
Silence rages through me and intertwine with high invigorating but soft and sweet melodies that strangle me with innocence. Time has captured me in this breaking moment of take over and destruction- that I scream internally, breaking and shattering my erected brainstem with pure and selected melody of embattled interference.
Screaming no to the psychotic confines of the brazen and superior nemesis is irritating, as my thoughts settle into a box of warped chaos and unfounded synchronizing. Dripping slowly off the beat is a true testament of the silent maniac of entrapment that explodes to a divine poetic fluidity of internal worship that’s sacred with grand opulence; as the salacious and gentle erection of the offended nemesis ripens only to ejaculate to a philosophical and magnetic malicious tone- of endearing psychosis.
*This is the follow up to "psychotic nemesis wrapped in brain sewage." Enjoy!
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