Dessication

A fire rises from the marrow, courses through the veins

Surfaces in the eyes, consumes the shades of the day

Where the soul traverses carrying a thought and a spade

To bury all that has been wrought by the hands of fate

A fence to keep in thoughts untamed, to frame the flesh

In its decay, these seconds counting dead cells long seared away

I hear nothing now, I will not beg, I fear nothing now, I will not give in

I will not retreat from the howl of the wolf, from the roar of the wind

From the scowl on the face of the darkest of demons

I live in the flesh, but breathe in the rest

Whose callous intoxications heave in my chest

The lungs, purely filth, spew curses and will

Tar-stained intentions once beautiful in white

Now dress in black and condemn the light

That touches the flesh, breaks in as a night

Unburdened by Luna's exposure, I could live here forever

In my darkened corners, between the shadows bordered

By streetlights, who spill their weak glow across the sickly flesh

Of the underexposed, the overcomposed, who haunt the streets

When the bars are closed, I know you all, I smell you in my clothes

I've gone too far, to take you home

There is no hope here, for the white-eyed and clear-conscienced

Who fault their brethren, call on demons

Long sunk in, like fangs into soft flesh

Long drunk in, like the life force of the forgotten

Who left no imprint, no fossilized remembrance

To dress their faces in, merely a fog, a haze of empty spaces

Vaguely flesh-colored, nearly human, playfully prancing about

The tombs and ruins, I know you all, I won't let you in

Between fog and smog, I see clearly enough the end

So who would touch my flesh then, who would rush to my head

Redden my skin, lengthen my evening, there are few who could breathe in

The smoke of this incense, I burn purely, and bathe the world in ash

I've turned, surely, and of life and lust, I trust

I have none left.