Would Love To

I would love to deflower you,
and spit on your face words of ashes,
as I behold your tears of concealment,
filling your eyes so worn out.
I would love to bound you to your own venom within,
to your own void, and lift you up,
and tear you down like the filthiest creature...
Would your convictions change?
I would love to sells your sentiments to the highest bidder,
yet the gain would be worthless,
for your feelings are better disposed in a burial ground,
deep down inside... to be forgotten.
I would love to rip your heart,
and feed it back to you,
bitter the sensation it would be,
poisoned in darkened love...
Would you still be the same?
I would love to crack your mind to pieces,
and bathe you again in your own dirt,
and take out of your poor mind,
the remnants of your ego-church,
and shove it back through your throat,
and from your words make pieces of clay effigies,
to fill your repugnant world.
I would love to swallow your tears,
and spit them on your face,
for there is no other better use for them,
for they are dead and out of any grace.
Would they stop flowing if I do this over and over again?

RQ
Moscow
11/6/2010