Walk with me,

I ask of you

footsteps in an aggregate illumination.

My eyelids are heavy with clues.

I'm your kind of lost detective...

looking for a way out,

of this loop, tearing me apart.

Dance with me,

make me watch

as you remove bullets of flesh

with your teeth, bare

barren

isolated

insulated heat.

A trenchcoat and glasses so thick,

I cannot even begin to see.

We're huddled around a circle

but this fire is too small for

our collective body mass.

I'm folding myself into,

two, three

or five hundred layers of

absolutely pure lies.

Whatever (it is), that you like.

Walk with me

let me feel,

watch me breed

the particular warmth of

sins - we were told to trash

by a bunch of lunatic saints.

These worlds go 'round,

but we're tired o moving.

Out of control, out of breaths.

Standing tall, still.

Waiting to crumble

underneath one massive fall.