Shane Lee Ward- Age: 18

September 9, 2006

Auto Erotica

Indoctrinated.

Blanketed by oppression.

A life under a guillotine.

A blade so sharp only Satans release could inflict more damage.

He's got you by the balls.

Tumors all over two ton orbs.

Goblins and ghouls.

All surround you in a ghastly nature.

You're somehow turned on.

This life surreal but tangible.

Hammers fall on your head splattering blood-pitched lighter fluid all over the killers.

Subjugated by pure evil and animosity.

Rivals dated back far from your eyes.

Licking the blood dried morsels from their faces.

Defacing the enchanted God that became of yourself once pure now soiled by empowerment.

Striping you, the screw, of totalitarianism.

You were the absolute.

A blade so sharp it could split an atom.

You spliced with the devil.

A deal itself fullfilled without trying.

Decrepit, feeble-minded, and desecrated at your own tomb.

Necrophilia is the first thing on your mind now after your dead.

You are Auto Erotica.

Ominous and potent.

Levitating towards the downward spiral.

Sucked in its own gravitation pull.

Splendor in the eyes of the devil.

Satan has a new name.

Your unsubstantial.

You and I, Satan, fuse.

We are Auto Erotica.

I spit on your unworthiness.

Pure bliss.