Orange Crush
The floral landscape weep swirling in this concoction
Absent mind within a paradoxical sleep
After filling my prescription the warnings weed devoid
I never knew the horror that would be this day's end
At first I was exalted, but it was just a façade
I had become an empty shell and unrecognizable effigy
Forced on concupiscence blocking the hormones that kept me indehiscent
Perineum on the verge of explosion in evitable rectal prolapse
Blood squirting out like an oil well
Pus spewing out of my cock
My balls are splitting in half
My body aches with discomfort
As the pain shoots through my calves
Acroanesthesia which limb will you forfeit cranking on the tourniquet
I Collapse down to my knees
All of my muscles contracted
Veins raging inside on fire
Soaked in this transformation
The floral landscape weep
Swirling in this concoction
Absent mind within
A paradoxical sleep
Writer/s: Gorgy
