Forum Overview :: Cabaret Voltron :: Shiva, The Destroyer

[quote name="Nirk Firkle"]The leather bands around my shoulders snapping The shirt, the skin itself, with just a flex. I hope someone gets attacked, I see it In a hallway, a treasured comrade, his interloper Grab 'em and dash their brains against the wall Kick the corpse down the hall Rend a chair and pulp what's left to smithereens My chest-fixation, my orgy of strength- My clothes come off, the polite people gawk Always the huge shoulders and great meaty chest Then the strange fist-tightened waist And they know fear. Appalling, hideous misfigurement Blight of the mind, poison to quietude These gristly ghosting daydreams Of bludging flesh and the shivering living The onanistic spurt of throat-blood - I wish everything were mutable to my hand I'd take the tall buildings and knock their heads together.[/quote]