my spine is made from the bones of you
staunch and unmoving

stuck in a stupor that caves out and eats in
cutting through the insecurity

so deep i can't lick the wounds clean

i am the living dead scoured by maggots and attended by
my own sorry spirit
looming over the death like
a funeral turned pity party

****** ******, ****** ******
the words shout from heaven and hell

but i am dead
and you dissolve

into paradise