jammed my little toe at the door now they are split, torn and swolen
all kinds of ugly inside out covered in a disgusting solution
a bad omen to reject the vile opportunity for canibalism
wishing I suppose to become something else than a charade at peace
I read something soleem and truly out of reach as often books can
magicate to those with far more time than contempt at hand
war that what may become of broken men driven to follow a cruel design
men with two faces, that which they must live with
and that which they shall die with and slammed I may be into that forbidden wall
glasses dissecating my eyeline, actively, as the iris becomes less human
limps that do not obey nor perform or taste the same
a bitter truth hard to swallow but I shall try all the same.
the beaten tried path feels runny and unsatisfying
powerless to call it time, sat on a clift admiring the scenery
the fragility of flesh seduced by wind, secured by rope and gravity
dance in sexual harmony and I am afraid to say I didn't catch what you said
my mind drifted elsewhere before I realized I did not care
pause to hold and magnify the duration, the worship of the whoreson
a mistake not easily changed, bend
trailing hair and face as if to deny and absorb obssession that shan't burn easily
"I miss the way you say my name
The way you bend the way you break
Your makeup running down your face
The way you fuck, the way you taste"
the scab soons recedes into new flesh pink skin
what a waste, irritating, positively insulting
to the blood pool running down the drain
swarming the sewers, clearing the limescale
old friends go to war seeing red
no getting away caught inbetween
mismatch of socks, disgrace
sore eyes, socket bloated
the eye that could not be saved
caved in, gravity took hold
misery has us running circles
not always
the hammering will cease
be the last resort
or a falling of pieces a siege
of willpower
if the devil whispers
my lips follow.
