Old mottos resurfaced in a strange land
Ogling blindly eyeballs
all over the horizontal landscapes
Laying with my head
upside dangling from the bed
Drunk wobbling it up now
to find balanced faces like demi-demon ghosts white haunting
panting voices and legs for days
dwindling each other down with nail file twine
How long does it take to cut open your arm with an unlit candle?
Rub at it turning the wax skin and burn
I have your half blood head fang
hanging over my bed now
It bleeds on me still
Drips in my mouth while I rest
It tastes okay
I guess