Naked skin touching the sun and clouds A pretty face to be envious A skinny figure to infatuate A sinful nature to gawk with our eyes left shut and our minds open and our lips curled
The putrid stench of the sweat I pour out, wasted droplets My hand shakes only because the bones of anger have knocked noisily against each other one too many times
My lungs fill with air and I'm happy to be alive The sun tickles me eyelids and the sunflowers and marogolds burn my nose that's what joy is A GARDEN!
I want to spit in your face and kick in your teeth your blue mirrors remind me of the Antarctic cold your lungs scare me the most they breathe out evil and mean words
They speak common words and mumble common sounds They sing common lyrics and kiss common tongues They spill the corruption of every day life and wallow in their vanity
My toes hurt and my belly aches but my hair is soft and my eyes are hard I intertwine the fingers of the music and twirl on the wooden floor
It's pages conceal the very innerself of me The things I can't say aloud My notebook talks back too, but silently in tiny blue whispers
She wore a ring fasceted to her thumb like a burden turning it quickly and walking staccato like through the isles emphatic glances said she was a lover's bastard left only with those nimble fingers
Dripping black color from the Devil's tongue Onto the broken heads of man's soul Deepening the sorrow of wich we cannot fathom Prolonging the bleakness of our tomorrow forever life an iron fist!