LONELY MOON

Alone with my coated thoughts,

Holding onto the pain,

That gave birth to my strength.

Pale faces,

Choking esteem,

I see your perfect white teeth,

Masking the truth,

That once winked at me,

Only to return at dusk,

With a spade and hoe.



You pat my back with one hand,

And with the other,

Dig a grave,

Where my dreams rest.

Perhaps doubt has found comfort,

In the face of belief.



You Judas my tongue,

I see your crippled passion,

Clothed in sweet allure,

You share communion with i

The blood of my pure cries,

Filling your bottomless tummy.



We rub eyes

I see the angel whose fangs thirst for my clay,

Hug me again,

Let me embrace the hatred,

Breathing through your skin,

Stub me again,

This time deeper,

Let my blood paint your skin,

Smile again,

For to you it is pleasure,

And to me the art,

Unborn to the will,

Of ageless times.