We are young and we thirst.
It’s spelled across asylum walls,
burns half-sung in our silence.
You cut us, our blood flows
we paint the streets with it.
Damn your tools and search!
We are the Makers now-
Our slug trails straddle the world.
I lay down for just this night
Look up at the cold moon,
devil’s shit stained across it
stars whisper dry hymns
and I damn them.
You will kneel before me, heavens
lusting for knowing and touch
I’ve shattered your crown
We will form you and break you
and in your entrails, I’ll divine.
A god beheaded is a god I know
He plucked out his eyes one by one.
I carry his face on my back now
and he chants blind into the sun.
The Waters of Life would revive him,
but I keep him imprisoned and broke.
The fetters of a lover’s embrace,
I demand he suffer as I.
God wept because he was lonely
I drank His blood
Now I know.