He beholds your lusts,
letting your serpent tongue taste for the first time.
Let me write your prophecies.
The shadows my new face,
deal your cards come play this game
Carve your fate in our asylum walls.
He lets me bleed just right,
destroying and creating my ash flecked mind.
Only in my nightmares do I walk in reality.
With him inside me,
I'm whole.
...his being is everything to your mislead eyes.
Sculptor of my flesh.
in my saliva he writhes.
Rotting my heart hollow,
and twisting my veins to apathy.
My lips splinter,
from kissing your tomb flowers.
Come back to me, to us.
To you I'm lost, but I'm alive.
2/7/08
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