Untitled Poem I
Sing sweet lies to me
gentle lover
tell me of my beauty and virtue
this bloody face and rotting soul
yearn to be the ties that bind
Devour my sickness
sweet forever
offer me eloquent platitudes
I need to crush your face
beneath the soles of my self-loathing
Burn in my chaos
dear darling
feed my dissonent ambivolence
this pedestol of flesh
will raise me above myself
