auto-da-fe'

I'm playing around with a few things. That's it! The feedback or your life! Give it to me!

If I believed in hell, then I'd kill myself.

I only believe in this, however.

The stultifyingly saccharine suicide

of day-to-day life.

 

One day bleeds into the next, like the

blood on my shirt, only to be balled up and

thrown out by the overfed hospital orderly.

I can see the globulous cholesterol, hardening

her arteries and encrusting her withering heart,

depicting a scabrous shell, but it's inside

out. How lucky she, dying on behalf of

the things she loved in life. Her bloated

carcass will make an offering to the god

of industrial consumption, the disease that

will one day snuff all we wretched

candles, formed from the fat of the rotting

remnants of the bachanallian orgy of

bloodlust and animal sacrifice, mercifully

mollifying the funeral pyre which lighted itself

in anticipation of the mass exodus

to the hellpit, where fires may burn the

flaying flesh until the sick sad sin is swallowed.

Author's Note

I can withstand criticism, so by all means, let me have it.

Reviews

[shaun36]

Excellent. It may be rational by some critics. but if you check my profile out you may say i have a tolerance for such writing. It isn't really what you write its how you write it. this isn't nothing new work to me. so its great excellent and awesome.