make me laugh
there are nights with quiet despair
and there are those filled with
old ages' dusty remorse
time bores its needles through my skin
threads the most wonderful lines of pain
buzzing
in full color
but what about my self-destruction
in coffee and self-delusion
on the deserts of cities of the plain?
laughter slips through
from the prisons of my mind
to mountains of thine lust
starting an eternal winter
as fenrir's carcass told the story
of the spoiled children of god
of the mechanical kind
a lovely moon dies on the banks of
the river of no return
where once a prophet washed his own
feet more than once
i have no more to say
