la vie pourrit
children are skeletons
the dead are walking and blue glowing radioactive beneath the sewers. the city heaves with each noxious breath it takes, leaking from every crevice the remains of every ancient disease it's ever known.
we are taking ourselves apart with scalpels and corkscrews and other such devices and putting our pieces out on the table. into vases like flowers. into jars like the rests of pharaohs and fetuses.
i am a bastion and she is cynanide. we are the weapons of warring gods. napalm rumbles over her regal belly, the object of desire and sin, when my lips come close to caress it. when my lips disconnect from my body, my soul, my intentions fold into origami.
i am exhausted of everything. tiny pieces of contaminated muscles atrophy and flake off of my organism. some time from now i will be only disjointed molecules and relocated energy particles scattered all about the atmosphere.
it's good to know that energy doesn't die. but as life bites off the tastiest parts and rebuilds me out of stucco i feel less and less concerned with dying. i feel like a god, taller than the sky and wider than the heavens, but i know it's only because i am at the breaking point of weakness.
i will live forever because i am already dead.
the dead are walking and blue glowing radioactive beneath the sewers. the city heaves with each noxious breath it takes, leaking from every crevice the remains of every ancient disease it's ever known.
we are taking ourselves apart with scalpels and corkscrews and other such devices and putting our pieces out on the table. into vases like flowers. into jars like the rests of pharaohs and fetuses.
i am a bastion and she is cynanide. we are the weapons of warring gods. napalm rumbles over her regal belly, the object of desire and sin, when my lips come close to caress it. when my lips disconnect from my body, my soul, my intentions fold into origami.
i am exhausted of everything. tiny pieces of contaminated muscles atrophy and flake off of my organism. some time from now i will be only disjointed molecules and relocated energy particles scattered all about the atmosphere.
it's good to know that energy doesn't die. but as life bites off the tastiest parts and rebuilds me out of stucco i feel less and less concerned with dying. i feel like a god, taller than the sky and wider than the heavens, but i know it's only because i am at the breaking point of weakness.
i will live forever because i am already dead.