immobile

static flesh

gripping round my statue eyes

burnt crisp with wakefulness.

desiccated tongue

voice and unpretentious

there is no point in trying to fight

 

uninvited abhorrent spirit

moldering in my fragrant sheets

you sure know how to set the mood

 

tonite we will unite in vain

seduce me, master of motive

& intent to kill

it will be vapid and dull as a flesh hacking bull-fight

bound by barbed wire, me and the emptiness

a thousand coffins dropped into the ground

the black hole will swallow me again.

 

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