I woke alone and yearning, not for a person but a feeling,
Swimming in the body of dreams between sleep and waking...
I'm talking poetic shit because I just cant admit
That its shit that I am me and you are not.
I woke up hungry
I wanted someone - no,
I wanted lips, wrapped sucking warm around my throbbing cock,
Skin smooth against sweatridden skin
The flash of teeth and nails,
I wanted arms beating
And claws tearing at the heart buried in my chest,
Rapture of the body of dreams vibrating
And the beat of our heart calling
For blood
And for breath.
The indivisible body divides and I am I
And you become time and distance.
I want to close my eyes and tear out my mind,
I am lust. I want us.
I am love when I wake, nailed to my cross
Empeaching will to honor time
But my heart still beats with lust
For blood and flesh and cum.
I long for your face as it melts into a parody called today
And the world adorns itself with costume and memory.
The light of god has burnt my eyes and left scorched and empty hollows
The world inside abides the night of the death of every symbol
And as your face melts into today
And my heart is left hungry and alone,
I turn to the grim prospect of todays cadaver
And slit my throat.
