Walk with me,
I ask of you
footsteps in an aggregate illumination.
My eyelids are heavy with clues.
I'm your kind of lost detective...
looking for a way out,
of this loop, tearing me apart.
Dance with me,
make me watch
as you remove bullets of flesh
with your teeth, bare
barren
isolated
insulated heat.
A trenchcoat and glasses so thick,
I cannot even begin to see.
We're huddled around a circle
but this fire is too small for
our collective body mass.
I'm folding myself into,
two, three
or five hundred layers of
absolutely pure lies.
Whatever (it is), that you like.
Walk with me
let me feel,
watch me breed
the particular warmth of
sins - we were told to trash
by a bunch of lunatic saints.
These worlds go 'round,
but we're tired o moving.
Out of control, out of breaths.
Standing tall, still.
Waiting to crumble
underneath one massive fall.