I’ve died once before
With what I held high
A thorn in my eye
A blade to be sick
In my gut
Screaming red
In the urge to cure the itch

In a sift to split these words
I shift the congealing chords
And crack these splitting sounds
In the arid sands aloud
With the winds of hollow change

In the dust of forgone oases
I have sunk my foot
And it has hardened
In a deadly game
(Play sing song, fool)
I have taken root

I’ll count the hours to the death of this
In breathing the silence and fading grit
Watching the wildlife here

The snake burrows into his hole
His venom corrosive
To choke on his prey

Vultures pick at lifeless cages
Splitting the bone
Plucking the eye



[To the first: admit I’ll stick with this
Second in the fading kiss
Third to take it by the wrist
With the sun at high, I’ll give the gist]

Fourth will come the breaking words
Then when villainous silence sure
In constricting we find the cure

I’ll grab it truly by the throat

And sink my digits into the goad
And pull it ****** from the mouth
And throw it kindly to the ground

[I’ll burn the angel’s wings alive
With desperate pleas and angry cries
A shout to God for all it’s worth
With all that I’ve left on earth]

And bring her speeding to the ground
To find a hopeless, dying, manic sound
I’ll find my Prise and make her mine
To bring a close, a new affliction
To close the wounds of this addiction