Psychotic

I crave the scent of kindled aftershave

The claret sweat beneath my nail

The air we share

The wounds you bare

Destroy of two and its entail

The ultimate detachment

The rush of your debase

Suspicious eyes, piercing lies

The sweet surrender in a face

The sense of trepidation

The fragrance of unease

Suppressed from hide

Exhumed deride

And ineffectual pleas

Desperations appetite

The history it consumes

The silent screams

Of vivid dreams

A parallel of tombs

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