A return to the core of the earth
Filthy fingers trace the vein
Consumptive promise, destructive squalls
This dismemberment, I remember it all
Where shadows and curtains fall
Where madness and depravity call
From their full-bellied masters
Who hunger for more
Who expand influence
Contract hits, the liquid in the system
Grows solid, these fires
Consume all, I play in her darkened chamber
Lay in her broken manger
This motherly womb, whose walls exhume
The dead, labor to produce
These defects, the strangers in my head
Who whisper secrets, scream obscenities
Whose simmering thoughts
Spill over the edge
A birthright marked cross the right eye
A first night marred by sunrise
The velocity of death, a train tearing through
The flesh, the needle sticks, the infection spreads
The darkest kiss, from the oldest of friends
A return to the core of the earth
Who burns within, long past the end
What purity, savory and innocent
Could touch these sheets, could light
These pages of nothing, what siren
Would sing me to my death, but this
Drawn in, shaking, seizing at my face
Fingernail caresses, scratched out confessions
For all that withers on the vine
I offer synthesis, or decimation
Should you wrap those spindle-armed dreams
About my open seams
Dare to expose the flesh, to the
Devils that reside in me, welcome hell
Welcome death, destiny swelled
In ecstasy, I give, receive
Nothing less than everything
A return to the core of the earth
A fire forever burning
A fix with the lingering scent
Of yearning.
Such hollow spaces would mark me, still I wouldn't hesitate at the gates. These musings would a muse be, if not the words that undress me. Where shadows remain in the day, these pockets of dark to lead astray, I compose the symphony, to turn the light away. This is my night, these are my skies, those who dare trespass, know exactly what they will find.
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