The lonely time
Sings this to heaven
we are not I
this is clear

I've run my hands across heaven
felt the braille of the night
awoken empty-handed

What is the sound
of the blossom falling
?
whisper to my heart

empty eyes closed
tears of blood
I see the sun
laughing

Flesh to all sides of me
skin against skin against skin
uncaring to whom it belongs
press in around me

fill me up
feed me
my gluttony

For just once give it up
no competition for who has to win
all together now one two three
surround me

fill me up
feed me
my gluttony
deep inside my flesh
filled to bursting with you
all of you inside of me
fill me

fill me up
feed me
my gluttony

Dreams of you have become platonic
Touches of comfort, connection - intimate yet empty
Skin glows in low light, yet all I want
Is to have your arms hold me
Nothing more, nothing less
Your smell cool and distant

Time has rendered heat into softness
And lust into empty dreams

Pride, ego, prejudice; eating the flesh necrotic and demonic destroying anything held dear Why bother? It all falls apart.

claws which rend the earth
rip the soil, tear the roots
mountain or molehill, it depends
totally on your point of view

Nails
fingers
claws
hips
too drunk
to type
flesh
salt
teeth
blood
love me

Golden liquid, crystal glass
lick away the salts of life
recive and transmit
these thoughts of life
dreading numbness in the gut
throbing life

I walk now in a spirit world, a dead thing among so many living Their life, their color, their spirit, their breath, Aborhant! Vile! Surrounding me, engulfing me I walk as a pale shadow of what was, unseen by the living None of them know death, the thing that walks among you Wrapped in life like a blanket, floral and beautiful Pastel! Warm! I watch them, and know that I am cold, fingers like ice and not one of these

- 2003