To enter your thoughts for just a few seconds
As your pick their faith from your teeth
The obscene dance of yourmemories
What you touched and what you tore
Irreparably screams in the chambers and blood on the cloth
In time perhaps something resembling guilt will finally devour you.

Bitter aftertaste of every exploitation
Chokes me like a mouthful of spiders
Crawling in or out I don't know
But I kneel to the gods of nausea
In moments of reflection upon what I stole from a fifteen year old girl
And not even a thousand seasons of rain could wash my leprosy from her body

Playing the silent movie villain
Scrambling to tie myself to train tracks
Praying for technicolor in the afterlife
I swear that eccentric on the street corner was talking about my world ending And now I feel like I am being followed
When I saw the little blonde girl reading the book on horses and I wished her comatose
I began to feel sick but they tell me that I am better now

You think i am listening
But I am really just watching the candlelight between us dim
Trying not to stare at your forked tongue or the venom it drips

I am content in the wooden half of ventriloquism
With fingers up the back of my shirt
Sifting through the well-camouflaged maggots
Flakes of your urine taste like fairie dust when I allow my tongue to betray me
I consider myself lucky to be destroyed by such elegance

The sunlight rips through the overcast skies of my concious
Through the crack in her closet door
Warming the claw marks inside my eyelids
The puppet seems to have walked in on his master untangling her strings
But sometimes when I am watching the silhoutte in her bedroom window
I think of leaning over her while she sleeps and licking the heroin off her lips

I coulda swore I gave my wedding ring to you among the chewing gears you taunt me tear
Elements are still alive to shake from ear to ear
Pez are gonna let it slide
Gonna burn what cotton decides are apelee
My main oven drive he took from under what's come over me.

Tonight your decadence demands a sacrifice
But attrition never slowed you before
Stepping on faces, tripping over limbs, fighting for the machine gun's attention
As both halves of your friend lay in the background
You try to convince him that you can always pry the jaws open at will

Late term abortion
Three decades late
Be sure to empty all ten commandments into his chest
For only holy redneck terrorism can usher in the second coming of the coat hanger

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
We step forth and present our throats hoping this time it will be different
And then we bleed again

Burn the men of science who would trivialize the collapse of a sun
And kill these atheists who can only make their tears with thumbscrews
I cannot destroy my own life efficiently
Perhaps self-sabotage is high evolution

Such the delicate locust
Without your wings you have ceased to threaten me a hundred knifings later
There's so much blood
So much blood and so little of anything else for you
I played the endgame as the pawn toppled for the queen's pleasure

All star-crossed and starry-eyed innocence
Pulled away by maturity's tide loneliness
As the void into which all this warped obsession is cast
Shyness
As the dam denying the river it's ultimate purpose
Deafened by all the silent laughter under the whispered promises which rusted down to jagged lies anyway
Stab me again my sweet little murderer

It flows red like lava upon a city of outstretched arms awaiting deliverance
Awaiting rebirth as infestation beneath the skin of a goddess
Divinity through association
Crawling toward mirages of sand dunes and assembling puzzles with hammers
The dolls may be fucking but the obscenity is mine alone

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 hearse
But I quite fancied them losing their lifeblood in a hotel room somewhere with a lot of palm trees
Because eventually they will see that our weaknesses are all it takes to make even the most devine of flowers wither

While we used long fingernails to carve epitaphs into the floor
You were scratching freedom from concrete living in this world of gamblers and murder victims
I walk these corridors knowing of the net beneath
Your defiance has become legend within these walls
And we sit in our cells and hope you live enough life for the rest of us who did not make it out

Maudlin idea of government abolition
Noble in intention
Absurb in lack of realism mirage of a sinister brain
Trust our denial and desperation
Force it into existence
We are outnumbered because we are the enemy
Too numerous to pinpoint, too powerful to vanquish and too apathetic to reproach a gigantic flesh and bone mechanization
With its gears all trying to turn independently of one another
By design destined to run horribly amok

Young unicorns snatched from impossible skies
Precious horns ordinary chainsaws
I am left with horses revolting in their normalcy
Shipwrecked by a face all sweet and empty like a hollow candy
or an ice cream smile licked down to a cigarette I promptly extinguished in a dead infection
A desk drawer full of blurry photographs of dull sunrises
And the fact that i still collapse like sunflowers under your bare feet
are only symptomatic of the monster I have become.