Cold & Cracked & Filled With Black

Wipe the blood off your dick and stop dancing.

I have arrived at my destination. I am a liar. I am on fire. This cannot eat my heart, I’ve not a particle of heart left.

The boy looks into my eyes and I look into his soul and he says something strange and dismissive and I am unraveled like so much fishing line.

I’ve not a particle of heart left.

Jungles uncoil from odd dark nebulae. The camera pans back and these cosmic giants are revealed to be nothing more than braincells inside the cavern that is my head.

You are so beautiful. I am so ugly. This cannot be the last dream. This cannot be my last stand.

Once, as a small boy, I spoke in tongues, and many long-bearded men gathered round with odd instruments and asked me dead questions with dying answers.

You are so beautiful. I am so ugly. I’ve not a particle of heart left.

I’ve not a particle of heart left. I am so ugly.

I’ve not a particle of heart left. You are so beautiful.

Let not the black tar that rises like bile from the throats of a million weird detractors slither through your veins like worms of ice. Let not the glorious light of the liars blind you while you lie naked in the snows of a desolate tundra that is the hollow of your dead God’s cunt. Let not the teeth of those who bite and chew all those with flavor to mask their tastelessness gnaw at you. Why would you? You are so beautiful.

I am so ugly.

I am dirt, bile,venom, vomit, piss, puss, mud, blood, spit, shit and guts—I’ve not a particle of heart left.