You move into the light with your sinister froth
That foams at your jowls as you wretch and then cough
Up your hate and malevolence, a vitriolic tirade
Of venomous spite as you command your blockade
To tease me, to taunt, to hurt me and to haunt
My poor wretched mind whose only crime was born
Of meeting you once in a crushed velvet haze
Of patchouli and joss sticks and a chemical daze,
With thunderous bass and apocalyptic drums
You infected my soul and I ingested your scum.
I laugh at the irony as your effigy burns bright
As your corpse screams forgiveness and swathes me in light.
A light that remains with me right up until today
Despite your putrid attempts to take it away.
Yet you now spit your bile on some other poor bastard,
You’re one abominable hors d’oeurve I wish I’d never tasted.
The darkness of light was defined by your birth,
The infinite wisdom, a father’s raped mirth.
My only keepsake of you is a vile voodoo doll,
Impaled, slain and burned and partially boiled
In your filth and betrayal as we swam our parting waves
In which you whored yourself sore then begged me to forgive
You and the stench of your vile acrid hell,
I hope you are dead my sweet Blue Angel.
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