this body is somebody
a vessel, pleasure machine, a mobile corpse
it slides around in its husk
(so unsettling)
the cells within it shake violently as it withers
they don't deserve inactivity
the open ear canal leads an avian to stab an important part of the brain
bleeding a gallon because the spots look like red suns
from personal malice to hedonism
closeness is driven by sexual selfishness
once more dealing with the dissolution of reality
the pads of fingers have melted into loose skin
the bones that lie beneath break again
internal and eternal suffering
i wish to become the lamb of god instead
I want to rid this despondency, let the water run clear
is my self-awareness turning you on?
his excitement only incites fear
and the other is fooled by rivers
but this one makes the bed reek of an enslaving smell
he doesn't falter when my breath stops
or hoist me up to my pedestal
my damaged flesh is left unkissed
i am simply used for development
was.
with clipped wings, i no longer flock to a conscious
a sore thumb settled amongst talons
my body belongs to anybody
but no body can have my body.
goodbye my sweet
"enjoy home" i carved out with feathered scissors
i've finally dotted the i's, it's really over