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.