i have no words for emptiness
i'm a bulwark of clots and knots
death is a *****
in a party mask
her seduction a cruel bite
we have always lived for
nakedness on a pyre
makes the man
the bodyless are toasting at a college breakfast party
in the netherworld
of new birthed astral lights
the dead living
somersaulting like fantasmal flux
while we the living dead
gimp through labyrinths time-space
marking spired hands of a clock
that *****
like a black glove
towards endless white-knuckle struggles
no matter our destiny
in a dream of forms
like run on *****
a truth only the dead know
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
i have no words for emptiness
i'm a bulwark of clots and knots
death is a *****
in a party mask
her seduction a cruel bite
we have always lived for
nakedness on a pyre
makes the man
the bodyless are toasting at a college breakfast party
in the netherworld
of new birthed astral lights
the dead living
somersaulting like fantasmal flux
while we the living dead
gimp through labyrinths time-space
marking spired hands of a clock
that *****
like a black glove
towards endless white-knuckle struggles
no matter our destiny
in a dream of forms
like run on *****
a truth only the dead know
