Addicted to Smothered Throats

Rising from the torpor of stale water
 Reminiscent fragments of memories
 Pierce my consciousness as shards of glass
 Slowly forced through living meat
 Reflecting images taught forever erased
 How wrong was I now I discover
 Feeble inside tenuous restrains of taught
 Laid by confessions amid deep introspection
 Solitary monologues of a madman's temptation
 Scourging dreams of stealing chastened blood
 From the vestibule of innocence
 To satiate the thirsty vaults of my sick mind
 Once more I watch these hands these fingers
 A tight noose wound round a shriveling throat
 Striped of life extinguished like a flame
 Violated Venus dressed in liquid
 Enveloped in death silhouetted in the darkling shimmer
 Staring open mouthed back at me
 In serene surreal ambiguity
 Black eyes mirroring the haze on my blank face
 Vacant within sinking the tips of my fingers into her
 Eyes losing luster like worthless stones adorning
 The disembodied remains beneath the surface tension
 Specter of a denied past still looming in my head
 But no more at rest now residing within my hands
 At last released free afloat and she slowly sinks
 Abandoning me as fluids invade her chest
 Guilt does not impair primordial needs
 This deed only inflames my hunger
 Yearning more throats to smother