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This is an old poem of mine. I thought about this while going home from UST about two years ago. I kept on reciting the verses in my head until I got to write it eventually.

“New Art”

The original (but slightly edited) text

Saying “I love you” seems like a lie;

I say it with a knife on my hand,

I say it with your blood dripping on the floor,

as you’re choking on my cock.

Slowly pulling the threads of your shirt,

I confess my lust for you.

I watch you suffer, pain and bliss intertwine

While I say it again and again (I love you!),

Bleed, bitch. Bleed.

We’re bathed in blood, sweat, and cum.

This thrill inside my head.

While you bleed and gasp for air,

I will cover your face with semen.

I mercilessly laugh at the sight.

My masterpiece is done.

I’m licking the cum off your pussy and face.

Crawl slowly to me, confront me with your sins.

Your porcelain skin is covered in mixed media.

Come, my little pet.

Beg for me.

As you lay dying.