The hole inside myself is perfect,
so perfectly God shaped.

Dusting pain of darkness
   - of heart topped millet cake.

He must
be in song right now?

With drummers, a thousand
for every heart.

Golden angel -
      her roses

keep me
and the devil apart.

There's hope in your quailing shadow.
Venim gloss your smile.

Unlock the iron from your eyelids.
walk free anger from fury's inner exile.

Your head, a compendium of trouble
and corner-store flat battery fantasy.

The driven and the lonely
breaking up behind your denim sleave.

You woke me in the night
Told me of vampires and demons
The colossal breath of dragons
Lurid fears you'd one day fight

Heart so beautifully torn
Fresh to the elements in distress
You tender path of bood roses
Between roads of howling thorns

Sing with ****** sensitivity
A warm sugar rush symphony
We are guilty spirited angels
Of flesh filled fantasies

The writhing life from your bones
Peeled and gnawed and devoured
Free from rotten memory
Of detritus filled tombs

Death is darker
than the deepest ocean
that keeps hollow
each wreck

as vengeance sails
the last breath
and the will of man
eternally fails.