soft.

bulletholes puta
and of slithering drip,
behind your mouth.
below
tasting like copper

finessed
march your ailing anthem,
while sweating sweet lime

witness
dried leaves with venereal stench.
slumber
needing named existence
found loaded of prostate cancer.
high at gunpoint
beneath mashed cockroach guts.

a shadow welcomed hollow,
a limbo nonetheless,
here
the punches formed his face.
ricin smeared
and fingered through ice,
nailcutter abortions
pertain plentiful demise.
lover of all souls
must you come back,
this night
all demons are mine.

i am eye.

dine beneath your repulsion
not withstanding..

reeking of your own sins,
scratching til it bleeds
away what is already severed
and wash your face with,
so dowsed
so still

was there anything else you retched,
was there only my 500/600 sight,
you decide.
loathing
all the more possible
will you know what its like
and will you not tell me god forbid

i ask what is not quiet
all i want is heavy
be it toothless or radiant

the need with my fingers;
play your bass
see you dancing in delight,
barefoot in spikes..
unnerving

not witholding

this time i am eye,
not withstanding.

much.

heartfelt.
all will you
comprehend,
and cant complain
staying here
down to your hands
nervous
too much..

something grows,
smell
was that sulfur?
was that nosebleed?
am i not stoic.
take a big whiff
you cant see it,
what is of a hundred virgins
rounds of life
of party
my fingernails
aren't even dirty
and yet..

i wonder
did i lose somewhere
did i win being weary
all must i think..
the end,
rain fell today,
never sewn like tears,
not as what pain would make
you think.
like this
my knuckles ached
the enemy tasted his own teeth
and i crown myself a prince

i can bury.
i can withstand.
i have it neck deep.
i have it in my bones.