Dry is the thread, brittle and fra
May I be so bold?
As to tell you of a dream I’ve ha
Through dusty road and whistling t

You are the catalyst of my purpose
an invader of freewill;
A welcome trader, in everything I

When she comes around;
She will know,
where I’ll be found.
On empty streets,
with dimming light.

These words left unsaid, keep our
and everyone one of them scored, r
~ The time spent without your care
and reciting a psalm out of tune;
gained it’s value the moment you l

I had a revelation.
I just can’t remember what it was.
But I’m almost sure it was lewd,
What can I do?
To bring it up might disgrace you.

She told me not to say it, that to
So I’ve addressed it here in writ
After having slipped my tongue
She seemed to listen for a moment
If only, to make it clear

...and now my halo’s gripping
To clumps of drying mud
So precious His dirt and water
I panged for sex with blood
Knowing the Law; I broke it

Breathe with the streets, the dark
A real life night crawling creep.
In the fresh hair, you find me the
and more...
planning out my killing floor.

We are, by no means;
Dazzling, or that flawless strong
Of which our diamond-shine species
Could and thus should,
Long to be.

The bulletproofing fucking failed!
I’m left now to face a face,
of nothing more than brittle shale
Content with my reflection,
I gaze at what you abhor.