The Horror

Everything in this body is on fire. I am aglow like millions of fireflies.
Passion and desire. Hate and longing. It mingles into a strong potion.
Begging to be drank. Begging to be ingested and mingle with this dying soul.
Don't let the dank smell suffocate you with its pungent aroma.
Let the mists wash upon you and blow you away.
Don't think just eat with a fierce hunger.
To complete your hole, that torn open chamber where once a heart used to fill you.
Bleed on my lips so I can feel the way you feel.
Cannablism never looked so tasty until I saw your shining flesh.