Knocking down walls
With my poor choice of words,
Spitting them with bloods
Of higher angels and of lords,
Making me shiver
Inside this body of dust,
Chewing my own liver
And throwing up my trust.
Losing the life
I once lived alone,
Swallowing the knife,
The water and the stone,
Living again
In vain.
Every thought you have sleeps in your blood.
Rational, coagulated states of living.
And every time you swallow world and mud,
I feel like I’m getting away with stealing.
Every secret you keep prays for a flood.
Broken gates with intense fear of pain.
And every time you taste the blood,
You annihilate the human strain.