The black coat drenches,
The drizzle traces my hidden skin,
For it is so tired
of caressing the lifeless muddy grounds.
It has learned to leave my eyes untouched.
It has been practicing this for long.
His own Kamikaze,
Where it slithers on a body
full of life,
and separate lifelessly, into a bright void
Does it even feel like tasting them?
Just an inexplicable bursting orgasm,
that bursts its body into a million pieces.
Yeah, suck on that!
You all Religious Dickheads.
© Shashank Bhardwaj