Tears are turned to dust behind my eyes.
My tongue is shoving itself down my throat,
swallowing forgotten words.
There is a mind and there is a heart
but their purpose serves to let live a monster
who should have never risen.
Let the womb eat itself.
Let a boney hand consume.
Let there be a golden life, where work is scarce
and not a thing can conquer the numbness.
Such is the life that seems to be demanded by foolish feet who stumble down a path
unguided by mind or eyes.
Grab from the pile of mess, so conscientiously avoided, the fibers to
hang yourself down to hell.
Bathe in carnality.
Continue this gluttony of sloth.
Shed this skin before a mirror.
I melt in shades of blue and black and red.
Consume the image of yourself.
Let the dark chocolate of the knowledge of who you are
melt and sting bitterness into your tongue.
There is no respect.
Feel those silver scars.
Does the sharp past of a glistening friend remain upon your body?
Temples can only be destroyed by people
if they suffer a worthless king.
I have no temple.
No love or hope,
nor even a God.
No paradise but a desert.
Tongue and throat swollen,
I choke on myself.
The sand corrodes the shaken heart,
I eat at myself.
Sometimes there seems to be a glimmer in my life.
A glinting pendulum
beckoning like the hungry snake.
Life yields no glimmer
just a doom to consume and spit my bones out for the insects.
Time is ticking away.
Slow to take me but quick to rush me off the steepest cliffs;
it's always the steepest on the top.
My blood is flowing thick.
I can barely move.
Night is swallowing me.
Where is the scythe to rip these nights and days?
There is a swarm inside.
Scratching and trilling an unbearable scream.
It is the whistle that only dogs can hear.
I am lifes bitch.
Consume, kill, laugh, scream, dream, cry, strangle, run, scratch, hang, touch, hate, learn, hide, moan, breathe, reject, stare, whisper, love, teach, drink, lie, bend,
The demands of living,
I am life's bitch.