A Bouquet Of Blood For Skull

A collision of violent jagged stones of dead beach

and soft pale flesh and brittle bone

The sun sets over the bloody scene

Her screams of terror roll off the shore

Where once she bathed her fragile skin in the sun

she is now penetrated by demonic force

Stones grinding her flesh to pulp, leaving her unable to

run

Spilling cunt blood on the waves, water runs it's coarse

In every orifice there stabs a stone

In every cut she bleeds to death

In every orifice of her own

she watches her last breath

Crushing her beaneath it's jagged edge

Splitting her open so violently

The many stones plummet upon her flesh

Beating her

Silently f**king her

A vicious beating of rocks and stones

Hardened eath takes her

Pounding thursts crush her bones

Serrated edges breaks her