Distortion Cohortion by Yorric Watterott

Yorric Watterott | March 30th, 2009 | poetry | No Comments

Holes in my head
Whores in my bed
Trailing the edge
Light the green and veg

Spiders flooding through my door
Death oozing from every pore
Burning desire for more
Melting the charred core

Tell me to quit
Face glued with spit
Take another hit
Of my demonic hallucinatonic

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