My skin has atrophied. It has been so long since the last touch. The maggots play their dead instruments for me. Devour in the key of E. Like a symphony
Dopestick for your sympathy i'm a cold silthering monster haunting your holy footsteps forever sweetheart blacken my eyes they'll still shimmer like assassin
Semen tastes like gunmetal she said smiling The arms of boys drowning in fire reaching for the rungs of my rib cage These pills I take in the witching
lips tastes like the sex of a twin sister i can hear your stomach knot as another threshold is reached and crossed imagination is the key so destroy
[Stooges cover] Huh! down on the street where the faces shine. floatin' around i'm a real low mind. see a pretty thing - ain't no wall. see a pretty
well-camouflaged Maggots flakes of your urine taste Like fairy dust when I allow My tongue to betray me I consider myself lucky To be destroyed by such
Such the delicate locust without your wings Have you ceased to threaten me A hundred knifing later there's so much blood So little of anything else for
Certain things fascinate me First I went blind and then the sun went out The way you hold a match so steady How heaven is collapsing under so much joy
Quixotic concept of examining foreign cultures As opportunities for brotherhood and mutual cultivation Instinctual xenophobia initiates conflict subjugation
maudlin idea of government abolition noble in intention absurb in lack of realism mirage of a sinister brain. trust our denial and desperation. force
Long sleeved in the summer Again in our gray shirts Leaning against cinderblock walls We even hide from the other prey But as soon as the lioness comes
Fingerprints on my eyes like ten tiny maps to heaven Or ten rogue angels torching the house of God I fell something pressing against my kidneys Maybe
a sliver of star dances through my sky to crash into another lifetime always the journey never the destination those lovely columns of fanged smoke wander
rebellion impossible your cabal crushed in its infancy they watch you conspire from distances beyond your perception before revolt is feasible their ability
Stitched together into this beautiful monster animated by starlight. Pose like a fashion corpse and shed your denim skin my love. It is just a skull full
I always thought it fitting The way they chose the next victim With a bouquet of dying flowers And how happy they appeared As they ducked into the smiling
It flows like red lava upon a city Of outstretched arms awaiting Deliverance, awaiting rebirth as infestation Beneath the skin of a goddess Divinity
Traced in a wet sand her name in perfect cursive. A love letter to the crescent moon. By tommorrow it will be gone I told her. There is no tommorrow she
