Need one on fairly short notice and can't think of anything to write about.
Pussy stinks when dead for hours
and fucked by drills run on power.
Blood has stained the holy glass
and shamed a kid into a coward.
>>8121516
Need to number two
But I will not poo in loo
designated street
>>8121563
I was once a man before I transformed
into this molester, freshly deceased children
You have born, torn by my rape
The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse
I will violate
Pleasure from the dead, complete satisfaction
I open the coffin
Sick thoughts run through my head as I stare
At the dead, over and over, I can't escape
I begin the dead sex, licking her young, rotted orifice
I cum in her cold cunt, shivering with ecstasy
for nine days straight I do the same
She becomes by dead, decayed child sex slave
her neck I hack, cutting through the back
I use her mouth to eject
Here I cum, blood gushes from
bleeding black blood
her head disconnected
As I came, viciously I cut, through her jugular vein
She's already dead, I masturbate with her severed head
My lubrication, her decomposition
Spending my life molesting dead children
Intercourse with infants
Curing heads on top of spikes
boiling skulls
Skin sliding off of bones
Voices
The voices call
Voices
The voices are calling me
Buried dead I've spiritually infected
Call to me from beyond their graves
Bleed
I now bleed pus
I bleed, the blood of the dead
I bleed on her livid skin
Thrusting myself within
Beginning to chop through her hairless crotch
Beyond what we know as death
It haunts me everyday
I hear the voice of every child
That lies next to me decayed
A fresh corpse, to fill with my infection
Tortured before death, no orifice left unfilled
Violated after death
Virgin hole I infest
Anal pore spewing cess
The sacred juice I injest
Your dead child I defile
Necropedophile
>>8123756
beautiful
fuck, fuck,
fuck,
everything is fucked
all I have to eat is pasta
i don't have the will to live most times
but that's good,
because,
that means I don't have the will to have the will to die.
Please call this poem beautiful too, crying indian. Otherwise my feelings do not count.
please recycle
>>8121516
Tears became bloodied by the red lights
As memories disturbed my sight. Green
Went the light as her face troubled my sight.
She also haunted the screen and I saw,
A glitch crumbling her pixelated face. "O
pitififul me!" sang the choirs of my thought.
Horns, strings, rain blurring the windshield,
And her face in a distant distorted view. Orange
Went the light as her back troubled my sight.
Two feet at the end of my leg like hats for a head
tickle my inside korean barbecue special
Young Yong Lee
>>8121516
There was an old man from Nantucket
Whose cock was so long he could suck it.
He said with a grin
As he wiped off his chin,
"If my ear was a cunt I could fuck it."
My pussy stank like nigger town
If I weren't white they'd call me brown
I let a nigger pussy drown
And now noone on me goes down
>>8121516
there once was an anon in a thread
who needed a poem; t'was said
his request went unfilled
because he so shilled
and now that poor anon is dead
Perhaps I'm a coward.
She hit like a bitch and I felt I had power.
Her crimson had spilled and she bled for an hour.
The rain bit my skin as I stood on the tower.
