when narrow blinded eyes
draw out their hunting gear
leave traces of their feat
just as a souvenir

all eyes near and far
shadows mine which hunt
leering as i bend
bending as i turn

bodies as cold as dead
spiral against my own
as if a lonely rock
bears whirling storms alone

sing praises of this flesh
my ageing hollow corpse
savor this luscious treat
slip into this warp

into a sightless knot
all in the name of fun
buildup a love all fake
romance my skeleton

if time may blind all reason
although few eyes may roll
bring yourself inside me
come love this wretched soul