She-Anarchy

Moon light cascading, The running pound of a heartbeat, The dripping life as my suicidal blood drains. Like a black widow I sit, Calling you into my web, My beautiful web of barbed wire and death. Rotting corpses hang in shreds, Their sweet musk mixing with my perfume. You come to me in tears, My dress flowing like a river, You cry for my lost soul, And for your forsaken love. Your love after me, Laying dead with flies for eyes, Just staring as your life flickers collecting dust. All her blood drained, Running down my chin to sustain my lust. All her life vanished, Burning in my chest to sustain my rage. "Come to me my l